[Note: I’ve since named the characters. The swordswoman is Setsuna and the demon blade is Ai. Ai refers to itself/herself in the 3rd person rather than using first person pronouns]
Setsuna: Aren’t you going to comment on my technique earlier today?
Ai: Tch, Ai would if there was anything worth commenting on.
Setsuna: That’s strange, cause I distinctly recall you saying my opponent was “a much better swordsman than me”, and that “you were looking forward to finally being carried by someone with some semblance of talent.”
Ai: That Ai did. And Ai stands by it.
Setsuna: Did you not notice his head being cleanly separated from his body when I swung you through his neck.
Ai: Yes. If it could Ai would have immediately shed tears that Ai has to remain in your hands for even longer now.
Setsuna: To be clear, you are sticking with your stance that the now-dead man who I bested in a clash of blades has more talent with a sword than I do.
Ai: That Ai is. You only won because you had Ai and he did not.
Setsuna: That’s too bad. If you admitted you were wrong I would’ve let you in the bath tonight.
Setsuna: Oh well, what a shame.
Ai: ….fine. Ai admits it, you are the superior swordswoman. The proof is written in blood as you walked away with your life.
Setsuna: Thank you, now was that so hard?
Ai: Still, Ai refuses to let someone as unskilled as you gloat about your victories. Now about the bath-
Setsuna: I only said I would have let you, but that opportunity is gone.
Setsuna: But, unlike some stubborn weapons I know, I’m willing to show you some leniency here.
Ai: Thank you. Now how about we go-
Setsuna: We? I never said I’d let you bathe with me. You can have a turn when I’m done.
Setsuna: Hmm? Why are you pouting? I thought you just wanted to feel the sensation of the hot water?
Ai *grumbling*: Ai eagerly awaits the day in which Ai can drink in the warm blood pouring forth from your flesh while you struggle desperately to take your last breath.
Setsuna: …does that mean you don’t want the ba-
