Jason's breathing was rapid, still angry, but he gradualy slowed it down and tossed the sword to the side, firmly out of any of the templars' reach. He reached up and touched his brow, where blood was running slowly from a small cut. "That. That is the monster my father created." He said simply and looked down, noticing rhe basket was crushed by the templar. "I ruined your gift. My apologies princess." He whispers softly