[ alala holds the sword that much tighter, as if protecting it is something he needs to do. he found the sword, so it's got to be important. it's a key, it has to be. he starts murmuring to himself, but it grows a little louder as he continues, eventually opening his eyes and glaring into the darkness, trying to stare through it; impossible though it may be. ] My sword, you're my sword, and we'll do this, together, we'll do this and we'll conquer the darkness, we'll do it together, we need each other to do it... [ he tightens his jaw and takes a few steady breaths, readying himself, ]

MY NAME IS QUETZALALA, THE DARK KNIGHT OF SENSITIV, YOU IMPLIED I WAS IRRELEVANT AND EMPTY, NOW PREPARE TO DIE!

[ IT'S AN ATTEMPT AT GO TIME, BB! ]