"Syl..."
Ken glanced at Anna as she mumbled in her sleep. She looked like she was in pain, he felt sorry for whatever nightmare the girl was having.
He got up from his own bed and took a seat on the floor beside his gear. He moved aside the Inquisitor's shield, still blackened and dull. He unsheathed his sword and stared at the polished steel blade, gazing at his reflection.
"Father… is this what you meant?"
He looked back at Anna. She seemed so helpless, in her sleep she looked like just a normal girl. When they'd first set out together she was more talkative, expressive. She'd never been a chatterbox and was a bit cold from the start, but it wasn't till they'd journeyed a few days that she began to be even quieter than she had before. He suspected it took a while for the events at the Sanctum to set in and take hold.
"Father, I'll do my best." He looked back at the blade, it wasn't a Sanctum issued sword. At least, not issued to him.
"To protect those who cannot protect themselves. For the strong to defend the weak. To always do what is just and right. Even when you lack the strength, you must try… with all your might and muster, you must try… for it is right. Father. O father... Would you be proud of me? Would you sing the praises of a son who sacrificed his honor to halt a maiden's ill fate? Or speak his name in bitter tones for he hath burned your legacy? If only I could ask you father, yet I fear those days are gone. Please take care of mother, and I shall care for this blade of my blood as it cares for me."
He closed his eyes and sheathed the sword, it was time to rest.
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