"Sometimes." For a moment a darkness overtook her expression as she thought back to her other brother. So many things had gone wrong because of Mikhail's interference and manipulations, her first death included among them. That was a complicated relationship that stirred strange and complicated feelings inside of her. Feelings once again. This was becoming tiresome.

"Yes and it depends," she said with a slight smirk. "I control it." Whether or not that actually meant she fully decided on if it hurt or not was left up in the air. She could have explained more, but where was the fun in that? "For possessions though it only causes pain to the entity inside." She released her grip and the sword disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. There was really no hiding, or denying, the fact that she enjoyed putting on a show. It was always amusing to see the reactions form humans that had less experience in the realm of the weird than she did. "I forged it when I was a child in Limbo out of what was left of my innocence." Despite how dismal the statement was she sounded oddly emotionless about it. Curt almost.