“...Look, Bow and I are hardly a crack security team. You could have escaped at any time.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“And if you say something about ‘the power of friendship’ or whatever, I swear I’m going to shove this sword so far up your--”
“Okay, are we just...not on the same page about how cool that outfit was, or...?”
“The...outfit.”
“Yeah?”
“The one you got from this sword.”
“Yeah.”
“The sword you could have walked away with whenever you wanted.”
“Shit.”










