"I knooooow the feeling, friend," he elongated the syllable for effect and he slung the guard of the Buster sword's hilt onto his shoulder.

"I felt lost before this turned up. And I wasn't happy to see it the day it found me. It's not mine. Not really."

But now it made him feel whole. It was a reminder of the things he needed to do while still being a reminder of the things he had done.