"What kind of swordsman doesn't own a sword?"
"A very poor one, madame."
"You lack money?"
"Yes, but that's not why I lack a sword."
"Skill, perhaps? A lack of skill?"
"Again, yes, but that is not the reason why."
"Why, then?"
"I lack conviction. Without conviction, there is no point to a sword."
"You lack sense."
"Sense, conviction, it's all the same."
With that, she walked away, pleased to have left him in her past.
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