"Let it be done then." The man forges on ahead with his wheelchair, spotting Lucien still standing by the door in the same position. Before reaching the man, he turns to Jackson once more and speaks. "I hope you find more of a use for what little remains of my honour in that blade. I always found it amusing in regards to how many people had overbearing swords here, yet they fail to realize that such a weapon is useless in close quarters. If you ever need some sword practice, feel free to call me."