Again, Dreadnought was silent for a moment. His lack of expression made it hard to figure if he was slow to understand, or slow to respond.
Finally he said, "There's a trap in that kind of thinking. I could easily say I am doing what I want, and what I like...but then you could say that even the things I want and like have been given to me by others. They built my body...they trained my mind. What then is left for me to trust as my own?"
With the whispering noise of metal grinding on metal, the warforged soldier shook his head.
"I find it best not to look too deeply on things like this. I do what I do, for the reasons I think are appropriate. Why I think what I think; why I feel what I feel...I will leave that to the philosophers."
He nods his head towards Morph, clearly including the smaller 'forged among those he counts with that distinction.
"As for the rest, it is good that we are free now, but I am more comfortable with orders to follow. I don't consider myself a slave or property because of that. Many humans, elves and others have made the same choice."
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