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I almost wish that I could tell you that you are crazy, but you're not. I woke up and my sword is here now with me. It's quiet for the time being, but I suppose it will be arguing with me every step of the way. Beautifully, of course, since it is a part of me.
So. What did he do to you? Oh, and is my method of killing him left to my sole discretion, or do you simply want him permanently maimed? It will be a struggle to stop short, but I will somehow manage.