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Characters: Luke (and his cheagle) and open to all!
Setting: Meadow floor, Saturday afternoon
Format: [Action] spam
Summary: Luke left his broken sword in the Meadow because he was more worried about Yu than he was about it. Now he needs to find it and see if it's worth saving, in addition to the feels that come with it.
Warnings: Feels, man. Just FEELS.

[Luke frowned as he shuffled around the meadow, keeping his eyes on the grass as his booted feet brushed back and forth through it. He hadn't gone back to collect his sword right away, more concerned over Yu's safety and what the fog could be doing to everyone than his weapon. Now that the fog was gone and everything seemed to be back to normal, he had the time to spare to look for it. Only problem was trying to find it; he couldn't remember the exact location he had dropped it, if it was even still there. For all he knew someone picked it up to get it out of the way.]

[Amnon, his little pink cheagle, was curled up on his shoulder, ears wiggling as he sniffed the air. He suddenly let out a surprised, "Mieu!" arcing up, before jumping off of Luke's shoulder and darting through the grass. He paused at a spot, before jumping up and down, shouting excitedly. Luke ran over, spotting the glint of metal from a few feet away, and dropping to the ground to pick up his damaged weapon.]

Hey, see if you can find the tip.

[Amnon let out an excited, "Mieuuu!", shooting off into the grass as Luke stayed where he was, leaning back to sit on his feet as he examined the blade. It was pretty well toast; a good portion of the tip had snapped off, and cracks and stresses in the metal were littered all along the break, extending down into the sword. Even if he tried to use it again, it would only be a matter of time before more pieces broke off.]

[He sighed softly, letting his hand run along the flat of the blade. Would it even be worth keeping anyway? Master Van had given this sword to him... and...]

[I didn't lose my childhood. I didn't have a childhood to lose!]

[Luke shuddered at the memory of his shadow's words, feeling tears starting to well up in his eyes. He raised his hand, rubbing at them furiously; dammit, he had cried enough after he recovered from the attack. He wasn't going to do this anymore, no matter how much the thought of Master Van lying to him hur--]

[...dammit, there went the tears again. He let out an aggravated noise, flailing before fighting furiously against his face.]

[Clearly, he needs a distraction.]

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Knights are accustomed to horses, not small animals. Horses are spirited enough that they will also adopt a fearsome bearing when charging into battle.

[She looks at the cheagle again.]

My apologies for scaring your pet. Perhaps it will be more perceptive in the future.

[...did she just...?]

Hey, don't blame him because you scared him! Apologize!

[Saber's eyes flared as she looked at the man.]

I suggest you calm down and listen. I just did.

Any scaring had not been intentional.

[Luke opened his mouth to protest... before closing it again. Dammit, it was so easy to fall back on old habits. He really needed to work better on his attitude adjusting.]

...right. Sorry.

[The muscle along Saber's jaw twitches before she closes her eyes and suppresses her rage again.]

I request your name. You may call me Saber.

It's Luke. Luke fon Fabre.

[He nodded down to cheagle.]

He's Amnon.

[Saber nods.] Luke.

[She then kneels down and holds her armored hand out, palm up, to the cheagle while keeping her unseen sword in her other hand to the side.]

Amnon.

[The cheagle let out a curious noise, looking like he really didn't want to go anywhere near the creepy yellow-eyed lady. After a moment, however, he finally shuffled out from behind Luke's leg, sniffing at her hand.]

[Just because Saber's lawful evil in alignment doesn't mean she can't be nice to pets. They just usually find her presence too unsettling to come near her.

After a moment of having her hand sniffed, she slowly flexes her fingers enough to lightly scratch under the cheagle's chin.]

A broken sword does a man no good but remind him of failure.

[Amnon let out a faint, "Mieuuuuu," at the attention, looking much like a cat as he tilted his head up to enjoy it.]

[Luke, meanwhile, let out an embarrassed noise, lowering the blade.]

It's not... really a failure. I broke it saving a friend. I just... I'm not sure if it's worth trying to fix.

[Saber continued to lightly scratch the cheagle's chin and dismissed her sword, the slight visual distortion at her side now gone.]

A sword only breaks only because of two things: weakness in the wielder or weakness in the blade itself.

[She knew this well, having broken Caliburn through her own weakness. She should have known back then that she was on the wrong path, despite being given Excalibur.]

Does the sword itself hold any significance to you or is it simply a tool of death?

...my sword master gave it to me. It means a lot to me, but...

[Luke trailed off, looking away.]

...I just found out that he's been keeping something from me. Something important. And... I don't know what to do.

[She doesn't look up at that, continuing to focus her gaze on the cheagle.]

You feel the blade has become tainted with the stain of betrayal.

Yeah... and, I can't even be a hundred percent sure either. Finding out the truth... is impossible now...

[He's seen Auldrant completely destroyed. There's no way he can ask Van himself to confirm what his shadow told him.]

Did you know this before or after the sword broke?

[Luke let out a curious noise, wondering why it would matter.]

Before.

Then the blade broke because of a weakness in you, not in its structure.

[She switches to rub her fingers against the cheagle's cheek and actually looks up this time/]

No matter how many times you repair the sword, it will continue to break until you temper yourself.

H-hey!

[Ouch, man; he didn't need to be told that so honestly, dammit.]

How the heck am I supposed to do that?

[Sorry. Saber is kind of blunt.]

You need to find what exactly it is about the betrayal that placed the crack in you. Betrayal can be dealt with. Unfortunately, it is more of a common occurrence that one would think. Some people end up betrayed multiple times, mostly when they are quite idealistic in nature and belief.

["Kind of"? Luke let out a faint noise, glancing down at the broken blade.]

It's... complicated.

It always is. But if you manage to find that crack and repair it, you will be far stronger than before.

[...that made... sense, even to Luke, surprisingly. Still, it was hard to imagine when you didn't even know where to start. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.]

Yeah... I just... wish it would be easier than what it's going to be.

Nothing worth accomplishing was ever easy.

[Finally tired of petting the cheagle, Saber pats it on top of the head before standing to her impressive five feet of height.]

This will test your resolve, Luke fon Fabre.

[...yay, someone he's finally taller than!]

[Though he doesn't really get a chance to enjoy that. Oh that did not sound like it was going to end well.]

...eh?

You do wish to overcome this, correct?