As Alex began thinking, he entered a soft trance as the question in his mind grew bigger and bigger.
Who was the 'man' that was supposed to be taken away for a Sword Heart to form? Was it the 'man' in the 'swordsman' or the man that was not a swordsman?
To begin with, what was a man?
Was a man not just a brain that sat inside a skeletal cage, surrounded by muscles and membranes and skin and organs and blood and whatnot to make him function? Or was it the soul? The spirit. The ethereal, untouchable thing that lived inside nearly everything in some capacity.
Or was it both? Together.
'No,' Alex thought. It was a thought based on instinct more than evidence or proof. He didn't know why he thought that, but he did. And he knew to trust his instincts.
Alex's thoughts wandered for some time, quickly forgetting about the woman who was waiting before him. He forgot where he was or what he was doing, completely lost in his thoughts.
