Sophitia gave a soft smile as she listened to the warrior’s descriptions of her beloved, recalling the countless memories that she had of him. Much of her time had been spent sitting beside her husband and watching him work, often times stroking his shoulders and offering him words of encouragement and love. Those, along with spending ample time with her children, were the memories that shaped the brief amounts of time she’d spend at home with her family—that is, when she wasn’t out and about trying to rid the world of Soul Edge’s supreme malice.
“I’m very glad to know that Rothion helped you on your journeys. He always was a man who loved to put others before him, even outside of his job. Every sword that my sister and I ever wielded was crafted by his own hands.”
She remembered how well those weapons had served her, proving to be impervious in battle and allowing her to succeed.
“There is something special about each of his weapons. Like a mother loves her child, he cared for each and every sword that he ever made. When he crafted them…it was as if he poured his heart into the metal, nurturing it with his love as if it were his own kin. Whenever I fought with his weapons, it felt like he was always there beside me. I don’t know if you feel it as I do with your sword, but I get the sense you care for it deeply.”
She gave a small smile, before looking him over once more. Though she knew he brought no harm and seemed a just man, she still wondered why he kept himself shrouded in mystery.
“As for Patroklos…how long did you travel alongside him for?”
“This sword resonates with me well,” ZWEI began, holding up the shortsword, “I suspect it’s due to your husband’s efforts. The blade is mine…and yet it’s not. Either way, I make sure it’s well taken care of.”
As he watched the people continue walking by, possibly on various errands, he scratched at his head, chuckling a little at all of the hell Patroklos more or less raised when he traveled with him and Viola. His intentions were always good ZWEI believed, he just needed to tone down that arrogance multiple notches. He was glad that Patroklos did after a time; he was a good kid when it all boiled down to it.
“I travelled alongside him for weeks when I encountered him again. First time we met he was campaigning for Graf Dumas, who was never as good as most thought he was. I told Patroklos to find me again when he was ready to stop serving under someone so cruel.” ZWEI continued, “I’m not sure if he’s told you yet, but Graf Dumas wasn’t exactly hunting malfested, he was hunting humans. Innocent humans like the people here to live day to day.”
He never asked Patroklos, but the look in his eyes after a time implied that Patroklos would shoulder that guilt for the rest of his life. “Never once thought Patroklos voluntarily signed up for human hunting, but you should ask him the next time you guys talk. In any case, despite all of his short-comings, your son’s always meant well.”