"[b]You have already answered it, Luana. As to your inner turmoil, I am afraid the extent of the staff is physical damages. I cannot offer help other than to reaffirm what we are to each other. You are my Sword, Luana. And despite my behavior, such a personal tool should be maintained and cared for with utter sincerity. I am your King. Your pledge must be certain, else it shall render you a malformed weapon, useless both on your own and by my side. You must be certain, always. To be assured of yourself and your purpose is to be above the common mongrels. And to be above them is to be in alliance with me. Luana, whether you choose fight for your own purposes, or to adhere yourself to my will absolutely, always, [i]always[/i] be sure that that is what you want.[/b]" [i]The entirety of Luana's wounds were healed within seven minutes, Gilgalad then turning the staff upon himself, quickly repairing the few injuries he had. Something was different with this conversation. Gilgalad, for whatever reason, seemed more vulnerable in his thoughts, his ideas. A rare opportunity to truly delve into his mind between the chaos of arrogance and apathy.[/i]