Aramis, for his part, had forgotten completely that Luke had even received bad advice, much less that he'd followed through with it or that Aramis, himself, was supposed to have given it. His forehead creased slightly in consternation.

"...He...pushed you over...? Perhaps he was trying to teach you something about balance. That's what much of it relies on."

He handed his own sword, with a simple but clearly finely crafted hilt, to Luke.

"Show me how he taught you to hold it."