Change can be a tricky thing for a creature who is genetically identical to every one of her sisters. By her very nature she is a recipe. A copy from which anyone with the right magical aptitude could summon another one of her sisters and get virtually the same thing. A bound servant of Justice looking for a cause to serve.

And yet.

Angel catches the tossed component with practiced ease. Her eyes uncovered. Her hands unbound. Where every one of her sisters is tied--Angel is free. She is different from them. Changed. Apart and isolated. There was a time she felt it made her so very much alone.

"What part of myself...? Curious. I have no name, no defining features compared to my sisters. The only thing that sets me apart would be my contract, Blaze. Even if I did not remember, I would like that to remain." Something she could dedicate herself to even if she forgot who Blaze or herself were. Even if she were to lose all memory she would still fundamentally be the same because of her nature. Surely she would learn to appreciate Blaze all over again.

The second question, however...

"I only brought two grenades. Would you like them?" Her tactical gear has come a long way from the haggardly stitched tabard Blaze had fashioned a dress for her out of so long ago. Angel still favors golds and whites where she can but more important is making sure she matches her Mistress.