"It would be a mistake to presume the gods are some kind of moral authority. They are as fallible as anyone else." Sanger answers anyway. He wouldn't quite say they are merely human, but the legendary Pokemon are, to Sanger, merely extremely large creatures. Intelligent? Yes. And they have the benefit of experience guiding them. But even so, they are not immune from evil, and sword works as well on them as they do anything else.

"No, in fact for these beings who have been around for uncountable lifetimes, they may even view all of this as a minor quarrel. They saw it fit to destroy all of civilisation once, what's a thousand more lives? It may be up to us smaller, ephemeral creatures to pass our own judgements." It should be clear by now that Sanger's not especially religious. The guidance of the gods is something he doesn't consider at all, and he says as much while as calm as ever, enveloped in a stillness that only a martial artist can really manage.

His calm is temporarily disturbed by the appearance of the Honedge, and Sanger turns his head slightly to watch it from the corner of his eye.

He can't place his finger on it, but despite being a mere Honedge, Sanger feels the need to be on guard against it. Perhaps it is simply the relationship between swords.