Tucker thought on it for a minute; it wasn't wrong, even for him. The sword never worked for anyone else, wouldn't until he died, until this life was over with him, until he had nothing left to give. It had happened with Doyle. One day, it would happen with him.

He just hoped he was around someone good when it did.

"It was different for me." Loads of bullshit, reasons to get pregnant and fancy ships that were destroyed five minutes later. But then Chorus came, and survival was a little different when people depended on you. "How'd it happen with you? Glowing light? Prophecy? Birthmarks like lightning bolt? What exactly were you a Chosen One for?"

He took another drink, slow, before smiling. "Show me your Chosen One status, and I'll show you mine."