"Unfortunately so," Jim adds. Even his universe has conflict, and it's still a more peaceful place when compared to other realities he's heard of while here.

He looks over his sword, not trying to imitate Robb. He's got a feeling he'd manage to hurt himself somehow, when he has no idea how to even wield it. At the instruction, Jim nods, shifting his feet around into a balanced stance, then lifting his sword up, tip tilted forward only slightly, both hands curled around the handle in a firm grip.