I Am No Orphan!

The same one your grandfather pressed into your hands on his deathbed, the one he'd craved himself from a boar's tusk. It was the one thing you'd refused to leave behind, even as you were being dragged from the Citadel with gunfire and smoke all around you. It stood for everything your father's line had fought for and stood for, legacy of duty, strength, honor.
Now you have it back and you'll never let it go again. You prick your finger lightly with it and squeeze out a tiny gobbet of blood, which you lick off.
You're still a child, but you're not afraid anymore.