I will burn stories to get you a goddamn sword if it means that you actually figure out how to use it, and don't just say "swish" as if that makes you any better at it, which it doesn't.

[Someone's speaking from embittered experience here. He almost says long story by explanation to Keith, but then he remembers who the fuck he's talking to, and the blade he's got.]

Yours is coded to your DNA, isn't it?