Jason shrugged at Jacque's comments, swinging the sword ahead of himself as he walked, as if checking the balance. It was surprisingly light for its size, yet very sturdy. He wondered if maybe it was a titanium alloy, before his train of thought shifted to the question of how Warden was able to manipulate it. He looked back at Jacque as they kept walking. "Ours is a race of warriors, Jacque. We grow complacent and lazy in times of peace, so we need war every now and then to advance ourselves." He said, spinning the blade on his hand. He seemed to be pretty skilled with it, despite not looking like a guy that could pass for a soldier or an athlete. "It's how we've achieved our current tech level and how we'll keep advancing it. Besides... I'm sure you've noticed, but we humans are very squishy, individually. As a race, though... you just don't mess with a population with centuries of knowledge on how to best kill things."