First of all, we were under the Maeve's magic on the hunt. You've been under their magic before. I call bullshit there. You know you aren't entirely responsible for what happens when they mind control us. They're more powerful mages here than we are, like it or not.

Story time. [She sighed and settled down.] This was not an isolated incident, keep in mind. Before I found ways to control what I am, there would come times I would lose myself. It was... basically the demon in me starving and acting out, but when it happened, I would take from whatever I could find. Screams, flesh, sex, anything that came to my mind in the instant. The first time it happened in the City of Asgard, I found some local boy while I was hunting with a vampire... don't even remember her name anymore. He was willing for the sex, but we bled him dry, chopped him to pieces and left him on all parts of the town. The police were searching for proof for years over that one crime alone. I had raped a friend, earlier that night, who had been trying to stop me, keep me in control.

For almost a year straight afterwards, friends of mine would chain me to a chair for a full day on the new moon, when we knew it would happen. They'd lock me up, put wards everywhere and stand guard so I didn't hurt anyone. I fought hard to stop killing, losing control, but there were still other victims before it was done. Nobody allowed me to take the easy outs. They forgave me. Despite everything, they forgave me.

You aren't June. You didn't, of your own free will, pour gold down some poor sod's throat. Maybe they're getting to you a little, maybe they're getting to me. I've been needing outlets for all the anger that builds up, but that doesn't mean you're June, anymore than I am my sick father. There's still a difference.