Stars crossed his arms, "I can't believe this worked."
Pang~
Givale slid to a stop, "This was your previous wielder?! You sure know how to pick them!"
"I'm not so sure about that. . ."
A complex series of emotions arose to the surface. His previous Wielder was long since dead, there should have been no way for Givale and Mira to fight him. There shouldn't have. . .
Stars felt his hands tighten. Who was he kidding? After all he was there every step of the way. He was the sword that was swung each and every time. It was ingrained in his memory, even as his wielder passed.
While he was alone those moves repeated in his memory. Time and time again. Creating a mimic of his wielder was no issue, it was never an issue. He just never wanted to face it.
Stars looked upward, only an endless expanse of space and light. Galaxies dotting across his special space. He closed his eyes, 'Sorry Givale, I guess in the end I was never angry at you.'
