Soldat... can sympathize, actually. They nod once. "Losing control is. Terrifying. Yes. Fear of hurting other people." They chew the inside of their cheek a little, thinking, then wishing fervently that they'd finished their chain of chewing pendants before the mission. (Snack? Gotta save 'em, Pit. You have paper. For folding, Pit, not eating. After you fold them. Shut up, Pit.)

Getting off track. With that reminder of their own strange brain, Soldat decides to go ahead and say, "I was owned. For a long time. There are. Words." They don't know for sure what the Words do, but... but they have a few guesses.