Oh, he remembers that blade. He especially remembers how she used it as a crutch the day she came to his hive, blood still fresh on her clothes and not all of it from her enemies, arm missing, eye red and useless. He remembers how weak she was. How easy it would have been to cull her and call that the end of things. The end of their relationship and his thrice damned life debt to her.
He deserves a medal for not doing it, really.
Still, Darkleer has to grudgingly admit that she knows how to use such a weapon. Just rushing in headfirst like she wants him to will just result in more failure. He has to think outside the box, something she won't expect... His mind flickers to one of the functions he's had less of a chance and need to use in Vatheon, one he still hasn't quite developed. Well he suppose now is the time to do so.
"Do you?" He starts to fiddle with the device on his arm, as if wholy occupied with it. He still does his best to more or less keep an eye on her- it wouldn't be smart to do otherwise. "Well then, you'll have to take it from me, won't you? I doubt you can."
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He deserves a medal for not doing it, really.
Still, Darkleer has to grudgingly admit that she knows how to use such a weapon. Just rushing in headfirst like she wants him to will just result in more failure. He has to think outside the box, something she won't expect... His mind flickers to one of the functions he's had less of a chance and need to use in Vatheon, one he still hasn't quite developed. Well he suppose now is the time to do so.
"Do you?" He starts to fiddle with the device on his arm, as if wholy occupied with it. He still does his best to more or less keep an eye on her- it wouldn't be smart to do otherwise. "Well then, you'll have to take it from me, won't you? I doubt you can."