[ . . . he'll just go sit by wherever vax is, the same distance as the day before. he'd like it, if this place didn't steal that easy comfort from him.]

... No.

I've never felt any of that before. [he puts his hand over his chest, confused] I don't want to give the impression that I'm some kind of blessed or ceremonial sword. I've killed a lot of people.

... but that's different from wanting to.

[a tool, a weapon, has no desire. it simply cuts.]