[It stuns Archer for a long moment - the embrace, warmth, and the soothing caress. It's not what he expects, and not what he deserves - that old, persistent belief resurfaces until Archer forcefully reminds himself that he does deserve something for himself.
Yet Caster's words stir his memory.]
Have withstood pain to create many weapons Yet, those hands will never hold anything [Archer mutters under his breath without thinking.]
no subject
Yet Caster's words stir his memory.]
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything [Archer mutters under his breath without thinking.]
...thank you.