[Saiduq nods quietly. Hiro made his choice, and thus would have to live with the consequences, both good and bad. If Hiro successfully usurped the Heavenly Throne, however, that meant that there was a very high chance Saiduq ended up being his very own Sword. He'd planned to make sure of it, after all, planning to push Miyako aside so she could live as the human she was.

Keeping his other where it still was on Hiro's face, the Septentrione places a hand on his chest, over where his heart would be if he had a physical one.]

Let it be known that regardless of station, world, and chosen paths, I will gladly serve as your Sword. Not only due to the Administrative Authority you possess, but...because you are my dear friend.