"BULLSHIT!"<br/><br/>Brand's curse was almost explosive with the force he used to deliver it.<br/><br/>"I know the kind of magic they used," he thundered. "I know what sort of spells were involved in creating you. So I know damned well that it is not an 'accident' that you are able to think and feel! At the very core of your existence was a young girl who was turned into something she would come to hate by people who cared nothing for her or her thoughts and feelings. She's standing before me right now with tears in her eyes, still hating herself and what she was made to do<br/><br/>"And I'm telling you that what happened to you, what they did to you was NOT YOUR FAULT!" There, he suspected, lay the core of her feelings of guilt. Remorse for her actions and anger at her helplessness and inability to keep from becoming what she had. Hating herself for being unable to do anything but do as commanded, hating the results of those actions. Hating the helpless little girl who had let this happen...<br/><br/>"They were the assholes, little one," Brand said in a calmer voice. "Not you. Let me help you. Let me help you contain and control the powers that you have. Let me introduce you to the little girl at the heart of the cursed spells that changed you, the girl that I know is still there inside."<br/><br/>He was taking a real gamble here. He really, really hoped he wasn't wrong.<br/><br/>"Let me help you save yourself."