"H-How is this possible?!" Benedict started to shake, as the image and being of the other 'Ben' was right before him.
"How can I put this… when you named your sword their… a part of 'me' or 'us' was intertwined with the power of the 'names' trial and the best way for me to take form was during the test period." Ben could tell the young Benedict was troubled by everything going on right now, so he held off from starting the final test and leaded on his sword as if it were a cane.
The relaxed composure of the older Ben showed Benedict that there wasn't any malice or aggression between them.
If he could, Ben wanted to help answer any questions or problems Benedict needed answered, even though there was a limit to what he could say right now.
"… Why would you do that…?"
"… Well… I wanted to first congratulate you for forging your first 'True' creation.
