. You understand that it didn't choose to be what or where it is. In a way, you're thankful for it, for causing you to realize your true self, and how to love that true self. You never even think of touching your sword. You just stand with your arms outstretched, showing your lack of animosity. Though it lashes out at you a bit, you effortlessly avoid everything as if it were choreographed. You know it can't hurt you anymore. It doesn't even want to, it's just scared. No one has been kind to it before. Eventually, it understands you. It relaxes and settles into the harbor.