As soon as Espedon walked through the door, his eyes widened a fraction as they saw his sword in his hands. He had looked for days for that damned thing. He shifted on hie bed, half-ready to get up onto his feet in a second's notice.

"...I can have it because it's mine." About damned time the fucking thing showed up, too. Tch. It was unfortunate it wasn't the actual blade of Kusanagi. Finding that one would have been a breeze.