Great, he couldn't even trust this weapon. Serraph may have been paranoid, but he was equally paranoid about everybody, and everything. It was already enough that it had been speaking to him, but now to be telling him that everybody was a traitor.
Serraph made it policy to be the most weary of things that were weary of everybody else. After all, would Serraph trust himself? Not a chance. Serraph was the most likely to stab somebody in the back for his own best interests, and if anything thought like he did, then he never trust it either.
But that did not change that the blade might not be right, but it could also be playing on his own suspicions. Taking every mistrustful thought and confirming them, wether or not they were true.
He needed to talk to the gnome. He would have to leave the camp a little ways during the next shift to see if he could make contact with that creature. He needed to. Otherwise, he really did need to discard this weapon, and the mission. Planetary safety or none. Seraph always needed an out, and right now there was none. He was surrounded by potential traitors, and his own knife was playing mind games with him.
Serraph was acutely aware of the psychological dangers of keeping this blade, and if he did not talk to that gnome soon, he would have to just plain leave until he could trust himself. If he could not trust himself, then he was better off dead. Serraph did not want a mind game that he was susceptable to.
He would leave when the watch ended in search for the gnome, and if the gnome could not be found, then neither would Serraph.
He was done making his new silver poison now, as well as one or two others. He had just finished putting everything away and was now waiting and watching for the shift to end.