[Savage's words about control, and how easily Trench can steal it away brings a faint hint of a smile at the understanding he offers. For all he claims he isn't as smart as his brother, Willow has seen plenty of evidence to the contrary.

She absolutely does find it a frightening prospect to not be in control of herself. Especially when there's such potential for the consequences to be so extreme.

The smile fades again, though, moments later as he continues. Ah. That's not exactly the point she was going for, but she's well aware Savage does not have the same inhibitions as she does when it comes to violence.]

Well... It's less about learning from it, and more having to be afraid of hurting people - of cursing them too. I mean, at home, I dated someone who was a werewolf, and three nights of the month, if he wasn't locked up, he would've killed me too. So you don't even recognize the people you love when you're... you know. Like that.

[She takes a deep breath. Had he heard that she had been killed? She's not sure, but she suspects he might not have. She's not sure if Maul knows either.]

He stopped it for a little while. After Faith... stopped me, though, and I came back, I'm just back to me again. Nightly four legged walkabouts and all.