"Someone will eventually beat me. Even with my obtuse and eccentric use of tactics, someone will invariably figure out the algorithms I use. It is folly to think that I can not be beaten. Folly for you, too, Lenally." He'd say in that calm but emotionally dead voice of his. "Every battle, you're dancing along the edge of a knife. And if you slip up, just the littlest bit, you're going to be dead or maimed. That's the grim reality of war."<br/><br/>"In my opinion, you should make peace with Death himself before you ever take a foot onto the battlefield." Though their was no emotion to flavor his tone of voice, one could tell by the words he chose that he was being passionate in his own unique way.<br/><br/>Their would be a lull in his words as their father made his presence known. A stop in the sharpening as the carriage takes off, as well, but once they were going again, he'd continue to speak. "I won't sharpen the star for you, but I will give you the stone, and advise you on how to do it properly." To him, that was a far better thing to do; the whole 'give a man a fish isn't as good as teaching a man to fish'.