But it is...our purpose. [ Perhaps not here entirely, without a master or someone to use them. But in the end they were blades meant for battle. But still those words are quite touching to a sword who hated violence above all else.

He was made to fight because there was no other choice. But here...could he truly not need to do it? It was a strange concept to accept for him. Regardless of what was spoken, war was something that required all manners of help. His aversion to fighting was no excuse to stay off the front lines. So he accepted the fact that he had to do it even if he hated it. So he looks a bit...unsure on what to say. He does nod his head in thanks though. ]

...I do not know how to thank you. It's not very customary to hear such things. I have always been made to fight...regardless of my feelings on the matter. [ That's just the truth of it all, really. ]