Hmnn...a sword of light... [He thinks upon it for a moment, before looking a little worriedly to her.] ...You misunderstand. One's traditions and values are indeed a thing that shape one's life...but at this moment, it would appear as though you are if anything forcing it.

If this blade is something which you pour your very soul into-something which represents your soul, rather... ...Should it not speak to you with something other than frustration? [Because wow, is it Obvious right now.]