[His feelings nestle, like a bird out from the storm angrily settling into some wooden groove in a tree out from the rain. Still stewing in his emotions, but a little less all over the place.]
[He also glances towards that sword. Swords are important things. Mandricardo sought a sword, obtained it, and then died with it in his hands.]
[And Sakyou's sword...]
...Your sword. [He glances at it again.] Was it made to cut down demons?
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[His feelings nestle, like a bird out from the storm angrily settling into some wooden groove in a tree out from the rain. Still stewing in his emotions, but a little less all over the place.]
[He also glances towards that sword. Swords are important things. Mandricardo sought a sword, obtained it, and then died with it in his hands.]
[And Sakyou's sword...]
...Your sword. [He glances at it again.] Was it made to cut down demons?