Nathan watched Azmaldus walk out of his home, displeasure clear in his tone of voice 'wonder what got him so upset? Was it talking about my parents?' Not having anyway of knowing, he simply shrugged and turned his attention back to his father's swords 'wow. I never thought I'd ever see Tiamat and Bahamut...err...Ragnadaim again. I wonder what I should do with them? I can't [i]use[/i] them. If he was right about what they really are, then they'll draw far too much attention. I'm not really much of a weapons guy anyway. Hell, the only reason I even use weapons in the first place is because I'm playing mind games.' Other then the sword that housed his father's fang; Nozdormu, it was all he had left of him. So he had to keep it...or was it them. Gah, never mind, it didn't really matter. Returning them to their box, he slid it underneath his bed. Lying back on his bed, he remembered Azmaldus' last words to him about vengeance and despair 'heh, kind of funny he would be giving me a talk on vengeance after my story. I already made it clear how I feel about it. As for despair...I passed that stage a long time ago. I know what I am, I don't deny it to myself...only to others. Acceptances gives one a strange sort of clarity'