"You're really going to teach me?" Varian smiles.

"Don't read into it, but yes." I pull out an extra sword.

I throw it to him. He barely catches it. I look at his small body. I cross my arms.

"Are you afraid of it?" I ask.

"Well... yes." He admits.

I let out a breath. I grab his hand. I move the sword around. He looks up at me.

"You can't be afraid of the blade or else it'll turn on you." I say.

"Okay, okay. Got it check." He says.

I let go of his hand. I gesture.

"Come on, attack me." I say.

"Just like that? You're not going to explain the rules?" He asks.

"Are there rules in science?" I ask.

"... Sort of." He  says.

"Just come at me." I say.

"Okay..." He charges.

His swing was weak. He pulls the sword down. I dodge easily. 

"Hold it harder." I say.

"I'm trying! It's heavy!" He whines.

"Then lift it up harder." I grab his arm.

I swing it back and forth. 

"The sword is yours, but you have to be strong to use it." I say.

"Okay, okay, okay." He says.

"You need to focus, you can't just swing a sword blindly or else-" I look at him.

"Ow! He nicks himself.

"Or else that." I drop his arms.

"Okay, okay. Hey... can I ask you something?" He asks.

"What?" I ask.

"How'd you learn the sword, did your dad teach you?" He asks.

I look down.

"I taught myself after he left me." I hiss.

"I... I didn't mean to-" He starts.

"Again, throw the sword out, this time with actual trying." I say.