You frame a question with an edge on it, and one well-aimed sentence of yours saves a meeting half an hour and a person several years of dodging. Mars and Mercury share the same degree in your chart, so the muscle and the word are one tool: your tongue swings before it stops to explain itself. Softer people flinch and call you cutting. They have not seen that for you the precision is the care, the refusal to waste a person time or dress up the thing that matters. What you learn is that the speed of the blade matters far less than where you put it. A swing without a target still cuts something. Usually the wrong thing.