Looking at<em>Fides</em>, he bit his lip and sighed. "It would become tainted with the blood of the wrongly accused due to a moment of doubt," he said, looking drained now. He knew where this was going, since Father Frollo used to do this all the time with him when he was still a young Knight Templar. "It would lose all of its' power than because it meant my faith was not true and I used it against the namesake weapon. It'll rot away to nothing but rust..."<br/><br/>"Fine," he said, rubbing his forehead. "If I cannot use the sword, I'll beat her with my fists. I... I just want to avenge Father Frollo's death. It wasn't right to take his life that day, he was even<em>defending</em>her from me the moment he died. At all. It just wasn't. I want to bring his name to justice."<br/><br/>He sighed, slumping his shoulders. He touched the iron cross he wore around his neck, just remembering idly that must be why Borealis wasn't hovering close to him during their encounter. The iron made the faeries sick, in a sense. What an odd fact to remember at the moment...<br/><br/>"Is there anything else you can tell me at least? Anything at all?" The Knight looked at her, putting the cup down. "I'm very frustrated with the lack of information I have in my hands, so I suppose that any sort of it will do no matter what. Who knows? It could help me in the near future one way or another."