"Give it up you fucking clown!" said Ailee, and her word was Wrath. Don't you see how this works, how Language works? It's not just sound and it's not just symbols. Sometimes you need a thesis to say a single Word, sometimes a scream is sufficient. "I didn't want to make Jackdaw [i]tough[/i]. I wanted to make her give the [i]fuck[/i] up! I thought that she just wanted to tag along because she was clinging to me and that if I gave her a taste of what the Heart was going to be like she'd think fucking better of coming on this shitty suicide mission with me!"

She backs off for a moment, Vice fire wreathing her and... oh, that wasn't fire, was it? That was something... [i]brighter[/i].

"But you know what the truth is about Jackdaw? Beneath all that shyness and all those books, beneath that cloak of indecision there is a shard of fucking [i]iron[/i]. I did everything in my power to try to make her choice for her and yet [i]she's still fucking down here[/i]. And you know what that means? It means that you're not Jackdaw, because there's no way she would have broken. And if you're not Jackdaw then that means that you're just like every other thing in this damn world: [i]Breakable[/i]."

And Ailee spoke the Word. The Word was the Blade, and the Word was [b]Heroism[/b]. 

And then she does her level best to fucking decapitate Evil Jackdaw with her angelic flaming sword.