"Tch," I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest. Defensive. I don't usually feel defensive. "How do you know what Messiah is capable of? It gained sentience of it's own volition. It granted me the same. It could do... almost anything it wanted."

I sigh and turn away again. "I'm still entertaining the possibility that Messiah is using me as some sort of. Suicidal Manchurian Candidate. Thing. It's possible, isn't it?"