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Persephone shakily, but happily took the knife from the desk when it neared her. She was overwhelmed with emotions at that time, but her face flushed face and watery eyes said it all. Then the CO spoke about something unifying for their regiment before pulling out their own weapon. Persephone and her (now antsy) colleagues' eyes followed the glinting metallic knife as it was taken out of its sheath. Persephone in particular noted just how detailed and beautiful the knife was as she clutched and stroked her own machete as if it was her own child.

The knife was definitely unlike theirs, but she believes that it was as important to the Colonel as her Hija is to her. After all, the man pulled it out with such familiarity and care that it seemed so natural for it to be in his hand.

[quote][b]"What I want is for your weapon, this...Hija...to become a symbol of the regiment, each man and women to be issued one in lieu of their standard Cadian knife. Therefore, I would require you to give the specifications of how it is made and the composition of materials to me, and I shall then hand them to the Quartermaster and so on."[/b][/quote]

The CO’s words made her pause. He had just asked them to hand their secret that it made her uncomfortable. The other men looked as equally as uncomfortable as she is and they seemed hesitant to answer.

[color=darkkhaki]”Sir, this is quite an order. May we be allowed to talk to each other for this first? And… may we ask if the other Hijas can also be retrieved, sir?”[/color] Persephone asked cautiously while gesturing to her equally uneasy companions.