[Casper seemed to take that a bit more personally than he expected. Childe wonders if they had a similar mindset. Maybe he'd found something of a kindred spirit, here.]

Heh, I know what it sounds like. But I don't think being a weapon is so bad, really. I get pointed where I'm most useful, and get to let loose a little.

[Maybe he had been a person, all those years ago. If he were to guess, Childe was sure he'd lost his last dredges of humanity as his mother froze in horror upon looking at him for the first time in three months, leaning over a dead deer, mouth and hands stained with blood.

She'd wiped it away with her sleeve and held him close after recovering, but he never quite forgot the look on her face.]

Hey, me too. I've seen a lot. Maybe not ghosts, but. Definitely a lot. As long as my siblings are okay and happy, and my Archon is pleased, I guess that's what matters to me.

[In a quiet little corner of his heart, he knows his family means more to him than his loyalty to the Tsaritsa did. It's not something he would ever say out loud.

Childe gives Casper a look of sympathy. He gets the distinct feeling the poor guy didn't have much of a childhood.]

That sounds really rough. Even as a kid?