She was far from a teenager, she looked to be 21 atleast, and as he took the weapon from her her eyes filled with fear, almost as if he was taking her life line from her.<br/><br/>"Please don't...you can study it all you like, but please don't take it from me.." She said, her voice cracking as her eyes seemed to tear. This was not an act however, later on she would have been angry and ashamed of herself for showing such weakness, but in a way, she loved that sword more then anything. It was always there for her, through her entire life. Always saving her when she needed it, protecting her. All these year, it was the only thing she felt she had to trust. If she were but a small child, it would be like a precious blanket. Something she clung to for comfort.<br/><br/>She didn't want to be separated from it in any way, shape, or form. She felt as though she would panic, her heart accelerating. That sword was her comfort area. She only hoped to god that Dorian thought she was just being a bit over dramatic with her act, and not notice it as a weakness to use against her later on.<br/><br/>"Please sir...just let me keep it, it's all I have left of my Heritage and family. It's saved me countless times, it's the only thing I can trust.." She whispered, bowing her head slightly to hide her tearing eyes. She hated the fact that she felt like crying, she hated this huge feeling of weakness.<br/><br/>She didn't want to jeopardizes this opportunity, but she couldn't be separated from Seigyokuken.