Boa, a cursed spirit trapped in his sword, Warhawk, watches his descendant, Biscuit, play with his family. His usually crazed eyes are calm, a rare sight. A smirk twists his spectral face as he silently observes their innocence. His voice, usually booming with madness, is now a low, mocking whisper: "Tsk tsk, That boy really thinks he’s all tough and shit!" he cackles, amused by the scene before him.
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