[In face of Caster's anger it slowly dawns on Archer that his god must be worried about his state. Ugh- no, no guilt. This will affect Caster as well, creating a dangerous loop. Anger is much easier, finding an outward target to direct the intense feelings at, while guilt and regret fester inside like a poison. He never wishes to become more of a burden than he already is.]

How do I-? [the question startles him into full awareness. Indeed, how does he remember each and every single one of the weapons that he projects. Isn't it all recorded in his memory? Archer doesn't need time to recall the weapons in vivid detail, each of them immediately available to be projected. He taps his temple and grimaces when the move jars the blades already embedded in his shoulder.]

I keep them all here. At least I think so. [he frowns slightly and extrapolates.] I don't need time to think about the weapon I choose to project, I can imagine it easily and project in the same moment.