Swords! I believe I own one. It's small in size but great in strength. And harm? That may be the only thing it has granted me. As it grazes against the backs of my teeth and cuts at the necks of old lovers, I am not sure whether I am grateful for this tool. Wielding all this power, is it a blessing or a curse? But what am I saying? What do I know? All I've got is a tongue.