I... appreciate that offer. It means a lot to have someone say that.

[But -- there's always a but. And if it weren't for the 'but', he would accept immediately. His metal hand slips out of his pocket, held out in front of him, his eyes on the palm. Little flickers of light along the edges of it.]

[And... memories of it plunging into spaceship hulls. Cutting down enemies like they were made of paper.]

... I'm worried. Because of this. No one's been able to stand up to it yet -- not without their own version of it anyway.

[He takes a deep breath, nodding shortly.]

I can do that much. Sparring, at least.