"I wouldn't argue with that," England murmured. Safety was a fleeting thing, ephemeral and strange and something that he wasn't entirely comfortable with, even in these more peaceable times. Sometimes he worried about the idea of a world government, and a world of peace and unity. What place did a nation have in the utopias spoken of? "But it's only natural. Being at war constantly is tiring and feeling safe for a while might be the only rest that you get. Besides, humans live such short lives." And perhaps were less resilient than creatures meant to live for centuries.

England snorted softly, meeting his roommate's gaze. "A rapier," he admitted. "It turned up one night and I'd suggest learning to be good quickly if you truly do have trouble with using whatever weapons come to hand."