[ i don't like either, falco thinks, but thinks to hold back. this was a gift, after all— and despite not being a fan of weaponry, this one has been useful and his go-to. that's what should be praised. so, instead, the boy rests the blade flat against his palms and gestures, with a slight smile. ]

I forget I'm holding a weapon when it's in my hand. [ it was a positive point. it felt like he was holding a very sharp plant most times, and that brought a small sense of comfort. ] The cut is smooth, too. So smooth that it only starts stinging after a little bit.