[Her grip loosens, but she doesn't let go just yet. Instead, Bond tilts her head, regarding the little bird. You have talent, but you haven't honed it. You fight helpless bugs and think that just because they cower before you, that makes you powerful. You know nothing about power until you see stark terror in the eyes of something that, by all rights, should be able to destroy you. Don't you want that?]
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