That I cannot deny though not without a leave of absence from the sport.

[Orange looks exquisite. The lines and shapes of his body should be preserved in marble or oil paints. Though greedily, Blanc would not care for so many eyes see what he does, as he does. He opens the small jar and makes sure his hands are moist.]

I will make ready your body, in the meantime I bid you relax and breathe. All will be well.

[For now his fingers will ready where he will bury his sword, one at a time.]