"That sword you see laying on your father's memorial is a sword no longer. It was broken long ago, actually. The sword's name was Razorflame, and it was my blade before Alex Wilson killed me and gave it to your father. I forged myself a new blade soon after. The blade is broken because it saved your father from a gargantuan colossus clad in armour, wielding magic and blade. The beast threw a heavy chain at your father, which he deflected with my sword. Which, in turn, broke the blade into two. I have chosen to keep one part of the blade in the safe care of your father. But for you..." Reaching into a large pocket at the side of his wheelchair, he takes out a modernized tanto blade and holds it out for Jackson to see. Part of the blade was etched with tribal designs, the most prominent one being a rearing wolf's head, but the etchings were subtle and not as visible as the designs on Lucien's blade. "Carry part of your father's legacy and mine with you. Razorflame has seen many battles here, starting from clashing with Wilson's Blood Nap Bowie knife and ending with your father protecting himself with it. It was a blade for honour before I was twisted by my own vengeance. Keep it as a reminder of your own humanity; to never turn into a demon amongst men." [i]Lest what little white on your mask turns to black,[/i] he thought with a shudder. "I recycled whatever tytritium I had powering my armour as a power source for the knife. Its ceramic edge can retain the heat and is quite potent at cutting."