If she really thought about it, she did but that was more of an error in the conditioning process than anything else. Neural reconditioning was more of an art than a real science.

"Perhaps, but that does not change what I am. I am a weapon, Marjara. It is like..." She searched her mind for something that might put it into better perspective for the elf. "Like contingency spells? Something later down, many of them, layered over each other, that are set to go off when certain conditions exist. And when they go off, they cannot be stopped."

Amélie looked up then. "I have control... Until that happens."