To an extent, yes. After existing for one hundred years, an object gains its own spirit; I was aware of everything happening around me and of the people who used me, but I had no emotions of my own.

[There's a slight frown on his face as one hand settles over his heart. Feelings are something he still occasionally doesn't know what to do with, honestly, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little easier without them--

But he wouldn't be able to move on his own and fight without this body, either. It's a trade of sorts.]