My sword is t-technology? Even if it was made by a god and not a man?

[Diarmuid thinks of the swords that Aengus had shown him and the stories he had told of their creation. There was so much magic around them. He could feel it just by standing near them, and he didn't know anything about magic at all. Hadn't the other boy said magic and technology were kind of opposites?

He shakes his head at Kerry's view of the people here. He just can't understand being that suspicious of everything, but he doesn't want to keep arguing it. It's boring.

Singing is better.]

You have to sing with me though! You won't be less grumpy unless you sing too!