Oliver closed his eyes. To be so many years deep into his career, and to only now have this fact made plain as day to him. Everyone around him seemed to have operated on the assumption that he understood – or perhaps they themselves had not even known to understand it. It was a vague thing. A concern only available to those that put themselves in a Sword's position as he did.
He recalled how General Khan had felt. He very much had the stalwart sense that he was fighting a man far above his Boundary. It was very much like fighting Dominus once again. That was a real sensation, an undeniable one.
"I do not understand entirely," Oliver said.
"Nor do I," Verdant admitted. "Command is a vague thing. It is like trying to get a sense for the wind. You only truly feel as if you grasp it when its mightiest torrents are hitting you straight in the face."
