but you only understand the language of the sword and I learned it through the brutal words you hurled, a jet stream of lies that led to the slow topple of a once shining beacon; but here's a secret from the maw of the forge - every sword starts with an idea shaped with the attention and love of a master, at the request of a heart filled with justice and thought and the hindsight wisdom to never trust the knife that cuts both sides of the lines so while you stand, I will speak of the sword and while you berate, I will forge and when you fall, I will hear it we will hear it.