[ He says nothing at first, placing one hand over hers where she touched him, letting the silence sit for a while more before he gently removes it and stands up. Though he makes no move to leave, merely retrieve his vessel where he had left it. ]
Promise me something?
[ He then unsheathes true form, holding it horizontally so she could see it. The sword is completely black, save for a misshapen gold stain near the hilt - and a single stripe of silvery steel where the iron oxide had been sanded and polished away. ]
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Promise me something?
[ He then unsheathes true form, holding it horizontally so she could see it. The sword is completely black, save for a misshapen gold stain near the hilt - and a single stripe of silvery steel where the iron oxide had been sanded and polished away. ]
Don't tell anyone else.