[ He staggers, but he feels the glow and warm return to the sword. Now is not the time to stop. ]
You may be right! It may do no good, and you may end up as nothing but a sad corpse with a miserable tale left behind you! But even so, this is not a world with nothing but fairy tales and happy endings. There is beauty in tragedies; that we may be found sympathetic and vindicated years after our passing— but should you become nothing more than a weapon, you forfeit the right to your own tale, and become a mere player in another's!
This desire to undo the world is not yours!
[ And he might not know how to use a sword, but that is the tool he has. He will do his best to cut through the frost that is starting to cover Sol; as if reaching him this way will chip off the ice that has covered his heart. ]
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You may be right! It may do no good, and you may end up as nothing but a sad corpse with a miserable tale left behind you! But even so, this is not a world with nothing but fairy tales and happy endings. There is beauty in tragedies; that we may be found sympathetic and vindicated years after our passing— but should you become nothing more than a weapon, you forfeit the right to your own tale, and become a mere player in another's!
This desire to undo the world is not yours!
[ And he might not know how to use a sword, but that is the tool he has. He will do his best to cut through the frost that is starting to cover Sol; as if reaching him this way will chip off the ice that has covered his heart. ]