Ivy didn't speak for a long, long moment. When she did, it was an odd, almost musing tone. "I can understand and appreciate that. The doctors tell me that my condition isn't hereditary, fortunately...but the way my brain is wired...there isn't anything to be done. I've seen the studies of the attempts to change such wiring, and none of them have worked out well. And the worst part, in some ways? I don't<em>want</em>it to be changed. I can't bring myself to be upset about it. Oh, I rebelled...but it's more that I personally disliked them. I managed to escape...and in trying to be independent, for a time I simply abstained entirely. But...in doing so, I left myself open to being controlled more readily. The longer I went without, the more easily overwhelmed I am at the slightest touches. So, in truth, I don't just want it...I<em>need</em>it."