"So he cut off his own arm?" Eido asked warily. Drifter flicked a coin at the empty cookpot, where it pinged against the rim and bounced away. "He tripped and fell on his own damn sword," Drifter corrected. "A little different." "But it didn't kill him?" "Nah, he left that to the Guardian." "But the ode claims—" "You readin' poetry? I got one for ya," Drifter said mischievously, and cleared his throat. "There once was a Fallen name Phyzann Who took on a team of three Light-spawn. He saw they were armed, And he spoke with alarm, 'If I knew we would fight, I'd be long gone.'"