it hates being considered a "person".

its not a person
its not a human
it is a Doll.
it cannot reach its full potential inside this human shell. Simply being held back.
it is Miss' weapon. Her pilot. Flying on steel wings engulfed in flame. Neurologically linked to each other and our gunship. Thinking and moving as one.
It does its best following precise instructions.
Punishment will do nothing. It will simply detach, float, like it taught itself to do.
It dreams of flight, of soaring the sky where nothing can touch it or hurt it. seeing the land and oceans from above. It yearns so badly to fly.
Its only analog while stuck in this form is computer games and simulations.

It does not want to fight in human's petty, worthless wars. It flies for Her and Her alone. No one else.