Oh, I know the lineage of it - how could I not? The echo of your father’s hand is in every thrust and parry. [ says flins, warming to the topic. he thinks nikita and the devastation that he pulled illuga from, and knows that violence is in both their blood. ] But knowledge is a map, and watching you move is the sunrise spilling over the territory itself. What one learns from a master is the skeleton of the thing. The angles, the discipline, the mathematics of reach. What you do is breathe life into it. You've turned mere inheritance into something living.

And besides: I would gladly hear the same tale told twice if the storyteller is as compelling as you. Knowing its origin does not dull the pleasure of witnessing it a second time.