"Again," Delta grumbled. "How do you fight with swords so well, yet suck with something that works the same as a sword? I fail to understand how you're so incompetent."
"Ouch?" Neraxis's brows twitched. "You can just tell me I'm shit at it and move on. No need for the extra salt in the wound."
"It's not about that," Delta replied. "I just think you're holding onto something that's preventing you from getting better. Is it your attachment to your family? Or is it something deeper than that?"
She narrowed her eyes, but then a wave of clarity washed over her as she let out a chuckle.
"Is it that sword you always tend to carry around?"
Neraxis froze for a moment. "And if it is?"
