"Hmm, probably not," Lyn smiled. "But, since when did the owner chose its weapon? This thing chose me, not the other way around. Even if I let it go, it will come back to me."
She did let it go before. At first, Lyn thought badly of the weapon. Of course, she would. A scythe is a symbol of death, she immediately recalled the tale of a grim reaper. But, whenever she was in trouble it was this blade that would help her.
"So it chose you, I guess I can't reprimand you for using it."
Lyn laughed, "You were going to?"
"Yeah."
Kazuya clenched her hand and Lyn looked over. "Do you think it's bad too Kazuya?"
"Yes, but, since it's like that I can't say anything either."
She leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek. "Yes, thank you for not stopping me."
The entire time, Lyn knew Kazuya wanted to hold her back from saying such words. But he didn't.
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