The hurt? He had been horrified when the news of Magnus turning over to the Darkness reached him. He didn't want to believe it at first. But then he went out to where he was last seen in a village outside The City, and when he got there, his worst nightmare was all too real. Everyone in village laid dead in the streets, everything burned, and on the center of it all, was a collection of Hive from Thrall to Knights, and in the center stood [i]him[/i], inside his new armor wielding a Hive cleaver. He knew then and there that his friend was gone. The monster that he had become was the only thing that was left. Did it hurt? Yes. But he knew what he had to do. He would have thrown in the towel if he knew he couldn't do what had to be done. There was no other choice. It was either Grixis, or them. He broke his line of thought when he noticed the sword that Magnus wielded was held out to him. The blade, like it had been before, had no fuller, only to be filled up with the energy of the element he wielded, so it was only the deep silver edges. The hilt had the most damage, one end of the cross guard had a deep gash in it, almost going all the way through, while the other side had been completely cut off. And the once beautiful, shining crystal that held the swords power, now sat in the hilt, completely dull, no shine whatsoever, with a large crack going down it. The color of the whole thing, had surprisingly kept its shine all these years in the dark. He looked back over at the exit, then let out a sigh. "Keep it." He said under his breath.