Emiya
Emiya took the sword from Tsumiko, blinking slowly as he looked at it.
Her words struck a cord in him. He took a stance with the sword, a traditional one, not his normal, personal one. He said, "They are, you're right about that. There's just something about them that resignates in me, and probably you too."
And as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.
He handed the sword back to her, handle first. "They can be used to kill, but they can also be used to save and protect," he said in an almost whisper soft voice.