[Malcolm nods along through the explanation, letting it sink in.]

So it's a weapon, or a tool. But it's intangible, something inside us, so it's more like a, a, a fuckin' psychic thing. Actual magic.

[He didn't intend to swear there, exactly. It just came out, the way another person might have said "um."]

If I'm likely to cut myself on it someday, I'd much prefer learning to swing it first.