Heh. Don't speed through it too quickly. True art takes time to create, after all.

[Dito's spear is sufficiently sharpened, though he always knew it would be. As long as the spear had fresh blood to feast on it would never grow dull. He chuckles at Mahito's questions, rolling his shoulders in a flippant shrug.]

Do I look like a man who plans things? Let's just open up a path of our own by opening up a few of these sad sacks, yeah?