Davis was a wreck, mostly ignoring what was going on around him. He wasn't hungry, and how pretty he was compared to Mason didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered. So long as-

	[color=fff200]“I was hoping you could take a guess as to who could be the lucky person to receive this sword from me.”[/color] It was that stupid kid, Felix. Who waves around a blade in what's suppose to be a killing game? Moreover, how was Davis suppose to know who it belonged to? But none of that mattered, because Davis DID know who the sword belonged to. Anyone who looked inside his room would have seen the collection of golden war treasures he had. No one had, he assumed. Well, none of the patients anyway. But that didn't matter now. Davis stood upright, still holding onto the beads in one hand. Perfection was trembling like he was on a drug high. He reached out with his free hand while shambling towards the free runner. Befriend or betray, Felix's intentions didn't matter.
 
	“That sword, it belongs to a conqueror.” Davis was finally close enough where he could touch it. “M-may I have it? Please?” He didn't wait for a response, and started to reach for it. “Thank you Fe-”

	But then a voice interjected. Or at least Rika's tape did. [color=ed1c24] Medeviel knights.[/color]" She stopped it instantly without continuing it, then played."[color=ed1c24]Knights.[/color]"

	“What did you say?” Davis just stared at the mummy, face twisted in anger. Her cassette continued to play noises, but none of them mattered. She had already gone too far. “Are you denying, ME, acquisition of this glorious golden blade?!” Davis was not a man of large stature, but he delivered his words like an angry dragon. “YOU CUNT!” Perfection was a bit more aggressive in reaching for the sword this time, successfully taking it out of Felix's hands.  “LookatthisMrs.smartypants!” Perfection swung the sword at Rika, stopping the blade so that the tip was pointing at the bridge of her nose. “Do you see a hand guard on that? This blade is designed to end battles in a swift motion. With a single thrust, victory is assured. This is the symbol of the greatest nation that ever existed, and was held by only the finest heroes.” Davis started to swing the blade around himself. His tie fell off while he was flailing his body about. “T-this can't possibly be for Shona! Knights are too guarded! They take the long road of chivalry and fairness and get walked on like a common rug!” Perfection held the blade up so that he could admire his reflection in its surface. “This blade...” He chuckled. “This blade is for a strong individual. One who is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve victory. Someone who makes a point to go beyond their station in life. And I know this sword was meant for me because...” With a sigh, his smile left. Perfection just stared at the blade with a quivering lower lip. “Because it's fake.” Davis looked at Rika out of the corner of his eye. “Shona has no use for a sword like this. It's balanced horribly, The blade isn't sharp, and because it's made out of gold it won't keep its edge.” Perfection walked back towards his room, scuffing his feet as he did so. “I-im not hungry. I'll meet up with everyone later.” With the beads still in his hand, he took his E-handbook and slid it though the card reader. The door started to open. “AND YOU!” Perfection pointed at Ice with his newly-acquired golden sword. “If you're going to walk between two people while they're having a discussion, you can at least say EXCUSE ME!” And with that, the door shut behind him. A few seconds later, the door opened up again.  Davis reached towards the floor and picked up his tie. “See you later Felix. good talk!” with a wave, the door slid shut.

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