[Unfortunately, the subject is one that quickly makes Percy morose--there's a lot of history there, and he can't quite keep all of it out of his voice.]

I got lucky. Remember my dead friend Luke, followed me around for a while in November? He was the best swordsman in a hundred years, and he was a good teacher, too. You know, before he went all darkside and tried to destroy western civilization.

[Percy shakes his head, trying to clear out the melancholic cobwebs.] I hope this isn't too corny, but I kind of got the impression that's true for you guys, too. The same wavelength thing, I mean.