[Elliot forgets how to speak as Leo offers him his sword, overcome with emotions he can't label. The very sword he held so proudly and refused to part with, that he had tarnished with his own ignorance. His eyes are haunted, and he feels sick, yet he's also relieved to see Leo with it. If anyone else had to wield it, he wanted it to be Leo.
He should take it. He reaches out to accept the sword, but his hand stops and hovers with an uncertainty he's unaccustomed to. For a moment he doesn't see Leo, but instead the bloodied corpses of two of his brothers, sister, his mother. The sword he took so much pride in, his duty and honor as a noble from the Nightray family, none of it had been real. What right does he have to ignore that and take up his blade again?
He finally accepts the sword, but only because Leo has been burdened with more than enough. It feels almost foreign in his hands now. He nods stiffly in acknowledgement.]
cw: gore & death
He should take it. He reaches out to accept the sword, but his hand stops and hovers with an uncertainty he's unaccustomed to. For a moment he doesn't see Leo, but instead the bloodied corpses of two of his brothers, sister, his mother. The sword he took so much pride in, his duty and honor as a noble from the Nightray family, none of it had been real. What right does he have to ignore that and take up his blade again?
He finally accepts the sword, but only because Leo has been burdened with more than enough. It feels almost foreign in his hands now. He nods stiffly in acknowledgement.]
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