Sierra frowned and crossed her arms. She thought that she and the Moon Rune were in a better position than Night, but he was still a True Rune, and the one that could harm her at that. "He's the Night Rune," she told Frey offhandedly, still considering the Sword's words.

Frey's suggestion that the Sword was weakened hadn't bothered her, but the Sword so bluntly admitting it did. She knew, on some level, that he wasn't the sort to admit to weakness any more than she was.

"I was planning to," she said, though she hadn't been. His admission had convinced her that it might be a good idea, but she wasn't about to let him think he could tell her what to do.