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The samurai believe that there's a piece of your soul in your sword. You've got a name, don't ya, darlin'? Seems only fittin' you'd have one fer your blade.

Yeah. Yeah. This is the crap I’m getting. I still think its effin’ all levels of stupid thing to hav’ta do, I mean why put all that thinking into something that’s going to break. Waste of time.

A good blade will bend, won't break. People tend ta show a little more respect for things with a name. They matter just a little more.

You're like everyone telling me about this. Only thing I really know is swords they have are heavy ass fuckers. How does anyone swing that shit and not fall on their ass every time? Or you know, have like one knuckle dragging sword arm from all that weight lifting.

And I keep telling them, people can fuck a name up too; maybe swords should be like Clint Eastward in that movie where he has no name. You can’t fuck up something you can’t name can you?

Called practice. N' having the right one. The right one will be easy ta wield.

The name is only important to the person who belongs to the sword.

[Have a long whine.] Why can’t they invent a pill where you instantly know this shit? Christ on a cracker, it is every day. Don’t swear. Stop chewing gum. Rules, we have them. Learn and practice the most stupid shit. Mind your manners. Don’t shame our family house. Ugh. Now I have to find a name, the right sword anddddddd not let some else fuck that up, tooooooooo?

I just want to shop and meet cute boys who are not old and crusty…do you know any?

Can't chew gum er cuss? That's a right shame. Only shame you kin bring on anyone, darlin', is on yerself. Not a house or a name.

Do I look like I know where ta shop n' find cute boys?

I know, right. It is not like any of them are delicate sheltered creatures. Jesus. The whole lot is just stupid.

I don’t know what you do in your own time!

Maybe ya need ta find people ya don't butt heads with ta teach you 'bout that sword.

Don't shop n' lookit boys.

Ya right and I’m gonna become the fucking Queen of England. I’ve got this big ass neon sign across my forehead …born to head butt. It’s like I’m one of those fucking woolly mammoth things with big horns or those stags, you know. They just gotta put their head down and do their thing that gets up in other people’s nose hairs.

You should stick with me, I know how to do both.

Well, I've got a thick head, probably the most durable ta butt heads with. You really want to learn 'bout swords n' what ta do with 'em? I'll teach you.

Darlin' I ain't got no interest in lookin' at boys. Ya want ta shop? Better be a place I kin' sit n' drink from my flask.

How come you're that way? Really? I'd have to talk to daddy first, he's all fucking particular about rules and shit about letting people close. I mean by this point most people just think I'm a fucking babbling loon any way. So it isn't like I take that to mean anything.

Would you chill the fuck out, I'm just taking the piss out of you. And you'd better save some of that drink for me. Oh hi, I'm Vivian.

How come I gotta thick skull? Cause someone decided it needed a thick coat of metal. Sweetheart? Teachin' you how ta use a sword, maybe helpin' you see the connection behind it all without all these rules? Don't have ta get close fer that. Don't have ta know yer life story. M' not much fer nosing around in peoples lives anyway.

Logan. Nice ta meet ya Viv.

Are you going to tell me a grandpa war story where you were running through the ‘nam jungle, chasing V.C and there was ACDC playing some background music and holy shit do you know how many times I’ve heard ‘nam stories? … not that I don’t respect war vets.

On an upside I know you have your own built in crash test dummy helmet so I don’t have to save your sorry fucking ass from trouble. I think that is what daddy is more worried about, you know, his kind of trouble than worrying about where you want to plant your nose.

Logan, uh. Is that a first name or last name?

Never was one fer running a muck in the jungles, what I did was a little more covert.....but, what I was thinkin' 'bout was my time in Japan. Not 'Nam.

M' usually the one doin' the savin'. Comes with the built in helmet and an inability to die.

First name. Last name. Which ever ya want it ta be.

I hear the shopping is good in Japan. And I don’t’ care if you don’t want to talk about shit that is in your past.

You can’t? I mean I know people who can’t. [Chews lip. And lowers her voice so that only he can hear.]

I can’t die either. I mean, I can, you know, everyone has their fucked up weakness. Like that dude with the weak heel crap. But it’s not like I’ve known all along. And we’re supposed to do this killing shit with swords or some fucked thing. It’s fucking medieval beheading and I want to keep my head where it is. I like it there.

If that's yer thing, shoppin', it's a good place fer that.

Lotta people 'ave tried. But here I am.

[Have a brow raise Viv.]

Medieval beheading? Hope ya get ta keep yer head, darlin', it's a good head. Looks good where it is.

You better make sure I can learn to use a sword right so I don’t get head chopped. [Quietly] I never been so scared in all my life. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do if I run into someone who is like me. I mean the Viking and Markus told me not to fight on holy ground so I won’t. But fuck, what the shit do I do out on the street? The rule is, there can be only one.

Have you ever been scared like that?

That's the thing that'll keep you alive. Fear. If you ain't afraid ta die what would ya be fightin' for? Use your fear, don't be ashamed of it. Only thing you can do is be ready for the fight when it comes. Or hide.

Gotta pretty shitty memory, Viv. Don't really remember bein' scared like that. Maybe when I was a boy. [Shrug.] I just don't know.

Logan, I can’t hide. We give off this thing where we know what the other is and where they are. It’s like a fricken air raid siren. I can’t explain it and no one told me what the shit it is.

Maybe a shitty memory is a whole lot better than remember too much. I guess it is okay knowing you’re not going to be scared. Kinda makes up for me shitting in my knickers if I don't get it together.

Don't want ta take sides here n' say these folks laying down the law fer you are right. But, if ya can't hide from this, then only one thing you can do, right? I kin see it lookin' at you, hell I kin smell it in the air around you, you're gonna give 'em hell.

Once you stoppin' groanin' 'bout the damn heavy sword.

Has it's ups n' downs. You'll get it together once ya stop fightin' it n' accept the hand you've been dealt. Easier said than done, I know.

Guess then I better tell daddy I got myself a dance partner to show me how to dance with a sword. The worst that can happen is you’re full of shit and you’ll turn on us. Like you said, I can give them hell or give you hell. But I trust you. Maybe that breaks the rules daddy has but I’m not going to be hiding in the dark like they do, not talking about shit that needs to be talked about, and being scared to trust people, you know?

Groaning? Oh fuck you. It’s heavy! And I know, Markus already told me this isn’t going to get any easier. But I'll roll with it.

Got yerself the best dance partner. Use ta teach kids how ta ballroom dance once upon a time. After I taught 'em how ta kick ass.

Ain't got a reason ta turn on you. Not one fer pickin' fights, more the sort ta take care of 'em if they come my way.

[He laughed.] Go on n' give me hell, like a woman with fight in her.

Get the fuck outta here. [Cracks up laughing so hard she can’t breathe.] I gotta see that shit when you do, you know, ballroom shit. Daddy has a big ballroom at his hotel too.

Do you have a mobile number? I have one. And Daddy's hotel is Hush, that’s where I am staying. [Laughs again.] When I have to drag your ass to get patched up after I gave you hell, you can’t whine at me.

You don't believe me! [He laughed.] Now it's a matter of pride, we're gonna need ta use that ballroom.

Yep. Might look like a red neck or a lumberjack but I've got a cell phone. [Smirk.] I don't get patched up, darlin'. Not even if you give me hell.

At least I know what I get with you.

You know any other fucking time that would just be some weird shit, knowing you fix up like that. But fuck I understand. I really do.

What ya see is what ya get. Fer the most part anyway. Some card I hold close to my chest for special occasions.

You heal, huh?

[Raises hand.] Ditto here. I don’t pretend what I am fucking not. That shit gets old. I got no cards and I figure that is okay as no one can take it away from me.

Yup. I…[Eye darts] …sort of, maybe, trashed one of daddy’s expensive cars trying to figure out how much I can heal. Verdict? Head shit heals longer. But everything else is fair game.

Don't be anyone other than who you are. Some secrets are necessary in some circles. M' pretty smart, even if people wanna look at me n' see an idiot. But, usually works ta my benefit if they think I'm as thick as a rock.

Long time ago got taken n' thrown in a pretty deep hole. There were these men spent all day takin' turns shooting me with a .50 cal rifle. Sorta gun that'll rip most men in half....even took a couple to the head.