[b][color=#a4161a]"Huh? Oh, it [i]is [/i]a heirloom I guess. Probably enchanted for sharpness and durability but beside that it's just your standard sword. Er, thanks?"[/color][/b] Yvonne wouldn't like losing the thing, it's the only thing she had ever got her hands on that was damn near indestructible even when abused with her insane strength. But it's not as important as Edgy implied. Well, he can think whatever he wanted.

Later, in the hidden armoury...

[b][color=#a4161a]"Yeah, I wont be in this bad of a shape if I had one today. Suit yourself, but I'll not recover anytime soon."[/color][/b] That being said, she's not shy enough to refuse a show of goodwill like that. Who knows, maybe it'll get useful earlier than expected. Pity they couldn't grab a couple of the polearm, but everyone's completely beat up already. No need to get more unnecessary weight.

[i]"I didn't so much choose as I was assigned." [/i]Answered the soldier, a bit more relaxed that he wasn't in an immediate threat of violent death. [i]"I mean, I could refuse an assignment but there's no merit to it. Well, it looked like there's no merit to it."[/i] He spoke with a hint of regret, thinking back to a number of squadmates that laid dead by the sewer. It was doubtful if their corpses would be collected soon, if at all.