It's a very lonely existance.

I have learned many things from what little time I was outside.

I've heard many things as well.

"A sword represents justice, do not misuse it." Said a soldier I happened to overhear.

Justice? Hah! What an ideal...

And a sword /represents/ that? You must be mistaken. By my own hand, I have killed many with my own blade. Without looking, I know my sword is stained with the blood of others.

Heh. But then I'm locked back in this room, to never see another living soul for the rest of my days...

...it's a very lonely existance, with only my blade.

It's too lonely, maybe.

...Perhaps.