i would like to title this post “things that shouldn’t make me emotional but do: how an author chooses to describe a fucking sword”
[You] beheld with relief your double-handed sword. Your relationship with it was becoming increasingly complex: you hated its presence, but the world without it would be unimaginable.
“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it.”
The great two-handed sword was in your hands, now light as forgiveness. 
“Nav, have you really forgiven me?” “Of course I have.”
tamsyn muir i am not okay