She doesn't seem to feel bad about souring the sword's mood.  Not one bit.<br/><br/>"That is war, that is conflict, that is life.  We all will die, be it by the sword, by old age, or any of a many other means." She states.<br/><br/>"What matters is what we do from the time we can do things to the time we cannot, and how.  I will die.  I came to peace with that fact many years ago."<br/><br/>"Now, Aria, with you now concerned about trivial matters, I am Phaera Irrsinolin, and your new wielder, for the time being, and you have nearly destroyed the bedroom of my apartment."<br/><br/>A sigh, "I have several questions.  First, are you normally in the guise of a mortal, or a weapon?  Do you require sustenance, or is food and drink merely an enjoyment?"