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Midnight Katana stayed silent while he listened to the exchange of stories. Noble's was especially baffling. His chief made it seem like the shadow bolts were having some kind of effect on the other guards, causing them to do things that Noble had cured them of with his sword. It sounded like, Blade hadn't been one of the lucky ones to have been cured; that explained it then. For the first time since the whole event, he felt guilty about his accusations. If what was being implied was true, then Silent Blade was innocent and should be set free. It wasn't something that he felt good about, but he felt even worse about incarcerating somepony who wasn't in control of his body at the time the crime happened. The lethal stallion had said he was innocent, but
Midnight trusted Noble more, of course. Up until then, Blade had been a criminal, now, he seemed like sompony who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a shame that those situations happened sometimes.
The stallion was too busy delving into his thoughts to acknowledge the pony who arrived to speak to the princess; he was too spaced out now to hear Noble explain one of the blade's "moves". The second part of Noble's story had worried him. If the sword was possessing his chief, how could it be allowed to be in his possession? The pun was ironic. "
Princess Celestia," he bowed, "
Permission to speak". Without waiting for it to be granted, he straightened, and spoke just as Aurora had finished telling the princess her name, "
The power that Chief Noble Oath speaks of that he gains through this sword is unsettling. How can our second-most authority in the guard be under control of something other than himself? We know nothing of the sword that Princess Luna enchanted to be handed down through the Oath family, but if it's starting to wrest control away from its user, it's time to put it in the armory for good," he said. He had almost hesitated on that last sentence; he didn't like telling his higher-ups, much less his princess, what to do, but this was something about which he felt strongly. No longer was
Midnight worried about Blade; the sword dominated his thoughts now. It simply had to go. Maybe not in the armory where it would be disgraced, but perhaps in a showcase display. Never mind, that could all be figured out later.