"I ought to have had it already, Claudia," Oliver said. "I could feel the strength of the idea… Strategy, and swordsmanship, hand in hand. That should have been enough. Even the strength that I have now, with the powers that you both lend me, they both should be enough. Yet I am filled with doubts. My body seems to know it better than I do. Logic tells me I am fine, but my body says its doubts. It shouts it. I am not where I ought to be, and if I keep pushing it, I am likely to find only disappointment."
"You need not solve it in a night," Claudia told him. "A fresh day brings a fresh mind, and a different angle through which to tackle the problem of progress."
