"We're going to get my sword."

Tolten's voice was hard and strong, something it rarely was. But his anger was fueling him and as long as he held to it he knew he could be strong. And gods knew that was needed tonight. And every night after. He couldn't afford to be weak anymore. He'd had plenty of time for self pity.

He met Locke's eyes, his blue ones bright and fierce.

"And then we're going to the Medical Wing."