By wielding it I'm copying how its wielder used it, and nothing more. [aside the bitterness there's resignation. Archer can't really change it, no matter how hard he tries. With his past being completely forgotten he's not sure if his weapons are truly his.] I don't think the swords I use are truly mine, neither is the way I fight.
[It's something he tries very hard to not think about while he's unable to sleep; a fake hero wielding a fake weapon. A pawn with no other purpose than to fight. It's a weakness and vulnerability he doesn't want to admit to himself, yet one he shares in exchange for Caster's.]
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By wielding it I'm copying how its wielder used it, and nothing more. [aside the bitterness there's resignation. Archer can't really change it, no matter how hard he tries. With his past being completely forgotten he's not sure if his weapons are truly his.] I don't think the swords I use are truly mine, neither is the way I fight.
[It's something he tries very hard to not think about while he's unable to sleep; a fake hero wielding a fake weapon. A pawn with no other purpose than to fight. It's a weakness and vulnerability he doesn't want to admit to himself, yet one he shares in exchange for Caster's.]