[ ... it hits home. But it must be more than he realizes. How could he know she grew up a puppet, little better than a slave for those more powerful than she to control and make dance? She quite literally has spent her whole life at the end of strings, strings always controlled by a shadowy Organization she could never stop or truly escape.

Yes. A pet, perhaps. A poppet.

She is fine with it. And that disturbs her for the first time in a very long time. ]

You don't have any right to say that. I hate the Malnosso as much as anyone. But-

I don't know why I'm trying. You won't listen, whoever you are.