Firo nods. A decade sure sounds long to him; he hasn't even been alive for three yet. "My Family started me with 'em pretty soon after we met. Gotta be about ten or eleven years by now, if I'm doin' the math right." He was around thirteen when they picked him off the street and his twenty-fourth birthday just passed. There were times when he tried to improvise knives before then, but that hardly counts.

He glances over his shoulder to smile at Hector for just a second; then he goes back to stab the target. "Guess we kinda got somethin' in common."