It is really beautiful. A beautiful killing sword." Just like its wielder.
"Hodur is not killing swords anymore." Jamal said quietly. "Now, it is more of a symbol, a deterrent. That does not mean it is weak though. Xaloc, the world now is only a hundredth of what it was during the prime of the gods. We have lost so much. Far too many people."
Jamal picked up the garden shear to prune some flowers, his back facing Xaloc. It was really fascinating to watch how someone so strong and powerful could be so gentle.
His low monotone sounded again, "I know I am not the right person to ask. If it is possible, if you don't have to, then can you not kill?"
Xaloc stiffened and he got a little angry, "Is this because I asked for permission to take a mission? If Sir doesn't want me to go, then please say it. No need to cut through the corners."
