The sound of that sword hitting the ground was now familiar to Luka, and he recognizes the distinct clamor as it happens again.
He might take offense to Twelve claiming that sword wasn't actually his, in another time and place. Though it was entirely created by the Protector and likely imbued with his magic, Luka did feel a sense of ownership over the dreadful thing. But Luka could only associate it now with Four, Five, and Gyre breaking his nose.
Yet when she instructs him to break it, he still hesitates. He senses his own reluctance and feels a wave of guilt wash over him for it. Luka feels that he should be eager to break it, to stomp it into pieces and never wield it again but ... he isn't.
"Can I do that?" He reaches down to take its hilt, and it feels as natural in his grip as it ever did before. "It's a sword. It's strong. I don't have that kind of power."
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He might take offense to Twelve claiming that sword wasn't actually his, in another time and place. Though it was entirely created by the Protector and likely imbued with his magic, Luka did feel a sense of ownership over the dreadful thing. But Luka could only associate it now with Four, Five, and Gyre breaking his nose.
Yet when she instructs him to break it, he still hesitates. He senses his own reluctance and feels a wave of guilt wash over him for it. Luka feels that he should be eager to break it, to stomp it into pieces and never wield it again but ... he isn't.
"Can I do that?" He reaches down to take its hilt, and it feels as natural in his grip as it ever did before. "It's a sword. It's strong. I don't have that kind of power."