Fair enough. Gideon could never fault someone for wanting to be able to defend themselves, nor could he say much about the way Panex chose to address him. There was probably a good reason he was so out of touch with society, and possibly an even better reason why he had found Gideon.
Your weapon will suffice. It may not be a broadsword, but a blade functions the same in every nation. It is a tool made for taking lives. No idealism and no amount of pretty words can change that. What makes the difference is the person using it.
With a wink, Gideon took a brisk step toward Panex and clapped the man on the shoulder, assessing his sturdiness.
But that's quite enough about philosophy and beliefs. You want to learn how to use the weapon, and I feel like I can trust you enough to teach you something. After all, you have the right idea- all bandits are pretty terrible people. Though none quite as terrible as the lowlife murderers that I'm chasing.
Gideon gave an involuntary sigh and backed away, relenting his grasp from Panex, and he stretched his neck out.
Come now, we ought to get out of this alley. We can talk more over some drinks, if you like?