"I wish the rest was silence." Abraham quipped to Tai Yang, smiling slightly. "He spends most of his time snarking. But in answer to your question, no. He's never seemed particularly furious, and he hasn't ever explained why his name is such. Nor did my grandfather know the answer."

He blinked once, caught mildly by surprise by Deja's request. He looked briefly from her to his sword, looking at the latter askance. He couldn't think of any reason to deny her; She didn't seem to mean any harm, and even if she did, he rather suspected that Fury could handle himself just fine. Nevertheless, he decided to confer with the spirit himself for a moment.

[i]Do you have any objections?

No. It will be a decent change of pace to converse with someone besides you.[/i]

Rolling his eyes slightly at the answer, he looked back to the blind samurai. "I don't mind, ma'am. He doesn't seem to either."

When she touched the blade, she would be able to feel the presence at the edge of her mind. It was, at once, indescribably ancient, and yet full of energy, more life than one would expect from a presence within a sword. It didn't 'move' from its position at the edge of her consciousness, but when Fury 'spoke', his voice was clearly heard.

[i]Greetings, human.[/i]