Luna, do you have anything in your life that you wish you could do but know you can't?
The little robot didn't respond for a moment as she sat in the armchair of her living room with her hands folded in her lap, until finally, she took in a deep invent of air and exvented it through her covered mouth.
"I... I won't lie that there are times where I wish I was stronger... physically, I mean."
Luna turned her hands so that her open palms were facing her, and she looked down at the faintly visible indents that housed her blinding flashers.
"Sometimes, I wish I didn't just have my flashers to defend myself. Not that I ever actually want to hurt anyone, but just so that there's a much better chance that I can protect the ones I love."
"Except being modified for combat would go against everything that I was created for--and everything that I want. I was built to protect and preserve this world, not hurt others! That's why Mom only made the flashers to briefly incapacitate the affected, so that they won't cause pain or lasting damage."
Luna hugged her arms as if a chill washed over her, and her voice grew more quiet and despondent.
"But... but what if that isn't enough? What if there's something that threatened me or my loved ones, and my abilities alone can't deter it? Of course I'll do everything within my power to keep them safe, and if I ever did decide to ask Mom to modify my body to make me stronger she would, but--"
Another exvent--one that shook.
"But, I can't in good conscious let myself become something I'm not. I don't want to become powerful. All I want is to live my life in peace with my family and friends."