Meditation.

San moved the sword in the air and was impressed by the way she moved in her hands.

It felt like the sword was make for her. The sword was too perfect for an imperfect person like her.

"I... c a n... s e e... t h a t.... y o u... l i k e... t h i s... s w o r d... a l o t."

San glanced at the shiny sword and quickly nodded.

"S h o u l d .. I... a d v i c e... y o u... a b o u t... s o m e t h i n g."

Dawes stood in front of her and looked in her eyes who innocently nodded.

"I... k n o w... t h i s.. i s... a... m o d e r n... w o r l d... b u t... w e... a r e.. l i k e..."

San lifted her hand and stopped him from saying anything.

"S a y... n o... m o r e.

I... a m... n o t... a... k i d... a n d... i t ... i s... o k a y... i f... I... c a l l e d.... M o o n... G o d... m y... h u s b a n d.

W H Y... I S... I T... O K A Y... F O R... H I M.. T O... C A L L... M E... H I S... B R I D E...B U T... I T... I S... N O T... O K A Y... F O R... M E

W H Y?"