"So that's part of it. That they took my memories, kept me in cryofreeze, cold storage, whenever I wasn't on a mission. There's also the. Programming. Intensive training, not just on weapons and fighting, not just languages and geography, but. Behaviors. Protocols. When it's allowed to talk, to make eye contact, to accept things offered to me." They shrug a little, looking out over the mushroom caps. The Words, too, but nobody on the train knows about those, and they still don't quite know what they do, so... best keep them to themselves, for now.

"I didn't know how to properly interact," they explain. "I didn't remember anything but handlers, technicians, field support, and targets. Even in Beacon, for months, I. Gave myself handlers. Found people to give me orders."