He just - there was no reason. [He exhales roughly, then begins to recount it.] It was cold, but not too cold - it had just snowed, and I was in the plaza making snowballs. There was someone else there, too - I think it was a friend, but I don't remember them that clearly.

[He swallows audibly.] I look up, and suddenly my grandfather's sword is swinging right for me. I sort of dodge and get my own sword and yell for my friend to get out of there, and we start to fight. I don't know why, but I was really... scared when I saw him. Like I had been dreading it.

[That... was not the easiest admission to make.]