Vriska had no idea what the hell that was, but she could grill him on it later. Right now she was too busy staring down at the blade. That was unexpected, seeing her Ancestral Awakening sword. Also it felt incredibly weird to have some pulled out of her chest, she thought. And somehow it felt familiar but she couldn't remember why. Another memory just out of her reach.

"Great, I don't have to try wrapping your head around the intricies of dicekind. And you're almost guaranteed not to suck too badly with this."