“Yeah. We Blades rely on our Drivers for input. We’re connected. Without them, it’s, an adjustment. All of this is.” She wasn’t used to being the one controlling her own inputs and choices, rather than merely following someone else. It really was funny. Her most treasured memories were those with Addam during the War, of the people she met while fighting. Most humans seemed to hate war, to be changed by combat and death. But Blades were suited for it. Mythra didn’t like killing, didn’t like hurting people, even if she didn’t hesitate to. However, she was still good at it, and she didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad thing.

“But I guess that means I need someone else to direct me then.” She’d Find someone worthy of that one day, there had to be one person like that amongst her fellow arrivals from the Dream Width. Or maybe she would run into one later.