"And your Ka'kari has the power to corrode - or something similar, correct? It seemed to eat all of the flames that man threw your way. Your ability with it is malleable as well, since I have seen you weave it around yourself like armour. I suggest you train more with the Black Ram, Desmond. Learn it, extend it through your body. I don't suggest trying to comprehend it, however. Such things have driven men mad. How do I deal with it? I don't doubt myself of the demon within me. And I use that term broadly - I do not believe in God, nor His angels or demons. I only believe in monsters and men, as well as the monsters hiding within men." Lucien looks at Desmond carefully before glancing at his own blade. "I can forge you a... Weapon of sorts, if you so desire. They call them Youtou; weapons with strains of Infected living within them. I created Talidikkit a long time ago, and it contains a separately-bred strain of my own Inoculation that has developed almost into its own being. But I warn you. The path you walk now is one of a monster."