Victor did something unexpected and removed the knightly accents. "Epsilon Saber was designed to take a lot of damage from conventional weapons but it's time to move forward, not look back."
The wheels were turning in his head like they hadn't in a long time. Looking at his old suit he smiled a little, it'd saved him from some really tight spots. From the wreckage he took the sword, sheathed it and sat it on the table then used the cloak to drape the armor like an old friend. "They say the maker puts part of his soul into his craftsmanship. Saber's earned it's retirement."