[It's familiar--so familiar that he finds himself automatically reaching for his hip, only to falter, as he's done so often since arriving, when he finds his blade missing.
Right... right. It was gone--when? Before the white room? Ah, not important. And anyway,
"I'm passing these words on to you. Don't fight so recklessly."
...He'll be careful.
To the creature--he shakes his head.]
I remember mine, but I don't know yours. I can give you a new one if you want, though.
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Right... right. It was gone--when? Before the white room? Ah, not important. And anyway,
"I'm passing these words on to you. Don't fight so recklessly."
...He'll be careful.
To the creature--he shakes his head.]
I remember mine, but I don't know yours. I can give you a new one if you want, though.