[Peko opens her mouth almost immediately, wanting to tell the other that she's thinking too much about it, that she is just what she is, a tool. No other label matters. But as Kanaya continues, her mouth closes, lips curving into a frown less unhappy than it is almost confused. It takes Peko a moment or two to parse Kanaya's words, rendering them into the base concept that the other woman is trying to explain.

After that pause, she opens her mouth again, as if she would speak -- then closes it again, shaking her head as her arms cross loosely over her chest again. An inhale and an exhale, then she forces herself to meet Kanaya's eyes.]

In every circumstance you have described... you are simply giving me another label overtop of what I am. My purpose is to serve young master Fuyuhiko. Without that purpose... it would have been better had my execution been more clean, rather than leaving me as this.

[Just able to watch, helpless to do anything further to help him.]

Anything else I could potentially do would necessarily come second to serving him. Nothing else is important. I have never had friends, or comrades, or anything of the like.

[Except there's a touch of uncertainty in her voice, reflected in her eyes. And really, it could almost seem as though everything she's saying isn't necessarily meant for Kanaya, but rather a reminder for herself.]

A tool without her master is nothing.

[And her eyes flick away for a moment, landing on Freud for an instant before she closes them. Perhaps she's thinking about how much better off it would have been had she been reduced to their state. Who knows?]