[ he stares at the blade for a long moment. almost lost, as if this is his first time seeing the weapon which had served him so well for so long. suddenly, there are cracks along the surface he'd never seen. an indent in the blade that he'd never spotted, nicks and cracks that left the shining surface marred. ]
I think it's more of a waste to not. A sword like this - [ Swords are for protecting people. They're meant to bring about hope and awe, respect, and most of all they're meant to protect. He starts to say it - his lips move to form the words - but he stops, jaw clicking shut.
Suddenly, he wants Zack gone. There's an unpleasant feeling inside, as if something has changed, as if the very foundation of something has been rocked. He steps back and gingerly tests the weight in one hand, swinging it above his head, twirling the hilt along his palm, before locking it onto place on the straps he was still wearing. ]
no subject
I think it's more of a waste to not. A sword like this - [ Swords are for protecting people. They're meant to bring about hope and awe, respect, and most of all they're meant to protect. He starts to say it - his lips move to form the words - but he stops, jaw clicking shut.
Suddenly, he wants Zack gone. There's an unpleasant feeling inside, as if something has changed, as if the very foundation of something has been rocked. He steps back and gingerly tests the weight in one hand, swinging it above his head, twirling the hilt along his palm, before locking it onto place on the straps he was still wearing. ]