This is what happens when you try to be kind to poor, depraved, mentally unstable boys. They revert back to their primieval modes of expression, usually bashing the objects of their affection (to no certain gain, except a slight damage on the sword's health), in some attempt to express their confusion and insecurity. I pray history will remember my kindness, and how I attempted to gently deal him the parting blow.

Written by my hand on the 5th of Hindyear, in the year 1142.