Fury, for a few moments, seemed almost perfect, maintaining an unusual degree of silence. Abraham, for his part, leaned against the wall near Deja, having retrieved his book from where he drew it. Finally, the sword's perplexed behavior abated, and he began speaking again.

[i]You can merely speak through your mind.[/i] The sword began, pausing again. [i]Polishing has not often been a major concern, though I was delighted to finally be dusted off a few years back. Not that years mean much; I have existed for centuries, by your reckoning, and a few years tend to pass in the blink of an eye.

Sourness is an expression of both amusement, and frustration. Abraham is skilled and willing, and of a better character than many that I have aided, but he is still new. Admittedly, he is advancing much more rapidly than I anticipated.[/i]

"You know, Fury, I can still hear you." 

[i]Yes, I know.[/i]