You do, afterall you're the one I mean putting in so much work~

Now what have I said about failing to meet your kill quota?

That last sortie was so promising but your packmate evidently has been working harder.

Disappointing, I trained you better than this Hound, you know the drill go be stress relief for the regular pilots Dog.

Now, you stay here Hound, Handler has to go to a function but you don't need to worry about that.

Be a good Hound and make sure your Kennel is spotless by the time I return and you'll be treated.

Otherwise, I'll have to beat and correct you again, do not disappoint Me, Hound.

Poor thing~

Aww, perfect, just stay that way.

Oh something on your mind?

It's hard for Me to truly overstate how much I miss My Hounds when they're not around.

Oh what I would give to just enjoy some time with all of them together.

Get them a nice kennel to sleep in beside My bed and enough dog beds by the couch to relax together.

My Hounds are my everything to Me.

Now why don't you just relax Hound?

This will only take a minute for the Starlight to work its way through your system.

Let Handler take care of you, devour your sins and allow you absolution.

You are My will incarnate, My property.

With Me, you will always be Free.

With a sharp metallic clink the Handler's sabre met the muzzle.
Wedged into the wire's gap the hound followed the assertive move upwards, half forced, half willing.

The reflection of the sword blinded the hound.
Regardless, her vision picked up on her Handler's face that pierced through the gleam.

Aww good Puppy.

You can get my boot tomorrow.

Handler please?

Aww you want to go on walkies do you?

Is that so, Aloy?

Perhaps they will.

My Hounds are so precious.

It's so much better when you just do as you're told Hound.

You obey my will.

You get praise and treats.

It's so delightfully simple isn't it?

All nice and simple for your silly puppy brains.

Now come on Hound, walkies~

That's my Hound~ You'll get it.

Don't lie Hound.

Oh the whine she just made~

Yes I am for you Hound, you deserve nothing less.

I really should start posting more again but I've been so invested in my Hounds as of late, helping them grow, watching their smiles as they glow.

Slowly stripping away every inch of personhood till they're happy.

You're Mine Hounds.

You don't need to think or decide again.

She's ever so obedient and well behaved, isn't she?

Best hound for Handler?

A very cute Hound at that.

Of course I always do and always will, thank you dear.

Exactly.

The irony, I destroyed your ego to give you a new one, a better one of My design.

I value you Hounds more than you can possibly know.

You're My pride and joys, My reason for being and what I work hardest to help grow.

Watching your development, how you become the honed blades I teach you to be is positively euphoric.

I love you Hounds,

Make Me Proud.

That's how it should be.

Tsk. Tsk.

No, you are not a hero, or a rebel, you're a Hound.

My, Hound.

The clock ticks in this room as you're tied to the table, waiting for your interrogator to return.

It's been 10 minutes but feels like hours.

They don't return.

You see Her, sinister and draped in black.

Resplendent in Her grace.

You're Hers now.

"Hello there, tell me about yourself."