We've had enough to contend with, it's only reasonable we'd falter in a few regards. As long as we're seeing to compiling a proper list now, that'll be fine. We just have to be sure it stays with us and doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

[He avoided the question entirely at first, halting in his fidgeting with the ring he wore. He looked to his right hand much like he had when Siegfried disappeared, as though it still didn't make sense. A pair of bloodlines blessed by dragons. Ancestral weaponry held only by those deemed worthy. Xander who so formally carried himself as Izunia once had, yet held none of the cold edge that had frozen over his little brother over the years.]

[The absolute picture of the other end of the scale, Ardyn slouched in a chair like he owned it, one leg crossed over the other and draping his left arm over the back. Not a king, not a chancellor--a man of no consequence, now and forevermore.]

...I thought that sword might reject the whole idea. Not that I expected it to explode, but at the very least I presumed it would reject me specifically. Another line blessed by dragons...? Of all the things to cooperate with me.