[spoiler]Well, I wanted the sword to go to Blake as a Legacy. And it has in another post, so do whatever.[/spoiler] James howled in pain. With regret, he stared at the sword that was once his. The fire had cauterized his legs. He knew this would be his final death. His blue eyes were filled with regretti. What was left of his knees were weak. His arms were heavy. He at least wanted to die while eating spaghetti. [spoiler]I don't regretti typing that last paragraph Spaghetti.[/spoiler]