After excusing himself to quickly throw some clothes on, Alexander headed back to where Rogue stood by his desk, waiting for him while impatiently tinkering with the small metal parts that he noticed were idly placed on the table moments ago. The drawer remained open.
He frowned and risked taking one of the knives out of the drawer, carefully as to not make even the slightest contact with the silver. He wrapped his fingers around the leather handle and inspected the weapon up close. He wanted to flip the knife around and weigh it out on his hand but was too nervous to do so. The scar on his chest tingled as if it was reliving the pain that he suffered from.
"Of course, you will be given guns, too," Rogue told him with a shrug. "But having supplementary weapons like these is important."
