Ling picks the sword out of the table and walks around the recruit.
"No, I'm sure you wouldn't if you're dead. Perhaps I should not give you that opportunity to "sell us out" as you put it."
Ling swirls the sword around in his right hand.
"It is such a beautiful blade isn't it? It has saved my life on countless occasions. Now, you can tell much about a person by staring into their eyes. What could you tell from mine?"