today, i officially broke one of my blades. its one i havent used in an eternity. i have put this one away. but as usual. i keep it for backup. i keep it against the day it might have to be used again. today, befoer the Lord, i broke the blade in two. never again can i use it again. that is my oath. on my honour. Long i have known malicious lies can ruin people. i detest its usage. it is an ugly weapon. without finesse. without honour. but it lay there then, in my armoury. today, it is no more. and i am glad of it.
others like it remain. my words can still be weapons. by sheer tone of voice and choice of words, i can still hurt and wound. but that is my craft. today, i can guarantee that lies will no longer be part of this lethal repertoire. i also pray that i may never be forced to draw this weapon, ever.

i like my peace. i like the quiet environment. i like having friends. really. a lot. touch them, and i will draw my blade. blades. every last weapon i have within me, i will bring to bear. physical, mental, emotional... i will strike with lethal force. they are my friends. my family. these are ties beyond those of blood. 'ware the wrath of an assassin.