A blade of black metal razor sharp,

A soul corrupted razor sharp,

Lacerations razor sharp,

Black ichor Savra,

Bloody Savra,

Filthy blade,

Savra,

Knife.

Gan,

Pick me,

Beautiful,

Delicate blade,

Perfect together,

Hold me, coddle me now,

Let us bring an age of peace,

No enemy will be too great,

For together we shall never lose.

Such a beautiful voice, such a sweet concept – magnificent we would be together with Savra in my hand. I can see why Fa decided that this blade would be his guiding light, and why he truly fell in love with it… with her. The voice is unlike anything I can comprehend – it is smooth, beautiful, gentle and yet forceful and prideful. How could I have given up such a blade before? Why did I let her go?

Don’t worry, I forgive you dear Gan,

My last master was a villain,

You have a beautiful soul,

Fa, a monstrous void,

You have glowing light,

Together we,

Make the world,

Peaceful,

Calm.

Trust,

Feel,

Take your time,

I will not leave,

Irreplaceable,

Is our bond and friendship,

Pick me up and let me help,

You will never be forced with me,

You are special Gan – a true hero.

Me? A hero? I can see futures – so many. I can see ones where I end my life, I can see ones where I leave Savra – so many that it makes my head spin, and yet, such sweet words can only be heard now. This is… clarity – clarity I have lacked since acquiring this curse. Every waking moment is noisy. Concepts such as calm and relaxation are beyond my comprehension. Actions like sleep only take me if my eyes cannot keep open, and yet while I dream it is like I am still awake, plagued by each and every future possible. Yet Savra… she is a guiding light – no, not a light. The future is a blinding light – a sun that one should never stare at for too long. Savra is the calm shade that is cast down as respite during a scorching summer day. She is the oasis that saves a traveler's life after all hope is lost. She absorbs the light and gives me much-needed darkness. Much needed silence. I cannot stop myself from running a finger down her beautiful form. The blade curves so magnificently. The metal is cold to the touch, yet inviting. When I first killed Fa with Savra, I did not understand who she was but now I can see it. She is everything I could ever have wanted. Wrapping my hand around her hilt just feels right. Taking a few swings just feels magnificent. She is so perfectly weighted, and in my hand, every future seems to be quiet. Every future seems to be controlled. While I hold her, there is clarity. The barrage of images and desires is gone – she is a shield for my mind and a weapon for my body. I… how could I not love her? She is my shelter, the shepherd for the countless futures that flock into my brain and fill my senses.

Yes Gan Galeweaver, accept me,

Together we will be stronger,

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I am a sanctuary,

Safety in my embrace,

Our connection true,

Worship our love,

Connect souls,

Beauty,

Pain.

Grow,

Hold me,

Embrace me,

Nurture our bond,

I ask for little,

To hold back a cruel curse,

My energy is rendered,

Sacrifice myself for you,

I love you Gan Galeweaver,

All I ask is sustenance – blood,

Let blood seep into the blade, my love.

Savra, if that is all you need in order to hold back my curse then consider it done. Let me bleed for you and if that is not, I shall find other means to bleed. I will give you whatever you need, just please hold back the futures. Hold back the fear. Hold back all that is wrong with the world and let me live in peace once again. Holding you… it feels nostalgic, like sitting around a bonfire as my family sings songs about epic adventures. Holding you reminds me of my mother's warm embrace, and your words are like my father – true, honest, and real. Although our connection is new, I can tell there is so much magnificence to you, Savra. I shall wield you – Fa was a fool to let you go. He was a coward who let you fall from his grasp – but I shall pick up where the one I killed left off. By Gan’la, if he did not abandon you, Fa would still be alive. He would still have a heart that, with each beat, sends the world into more and more darkness. In many regards though, I once saw darkness as something evil. Darkness is what people are afraid of. Darkness is where the monsters are strongest and lurk, yet the light is blinding. Nothing survives in the light, and thus darkness is needed to balance it out. Darkness should be feared but also embraced for bringing balance to this world. Dreg brings light to a family – with enough dreg, one can afford anything yet dreg is darkness. True light is darkness, and true darkness is a spark of light. It is an endless circle that I can see so clearly. The futures forced into my mind were invasive and cruel, but with you as a shield, I can see that my fears were misplaced. The Watcher cursed me, yet blessed me. My situation cursed me, yet blessed me. It blessed me with you, Savra. It blessed me with darkness. I can see now that I was striving so hard to the light, that I failed to bring any darkness with me. I must stop such foolish behavior. I need to bring darkness back into my life and the world at large. We will carve the sun in half. We will bring much-needed darkness and silence to this world. Together, Savra, we will make the world extraordinary.

When thinking such beautiful thoughts, I cannot help but smile. How can I not when I finally understand what must be done? How can I not when my desire to plant a seed of darkness in this world so I may finally live in peace? I understand – my goal is now to create a world where there is only one future – the future I desire to exist in. Fa, your death has given me life beyond my initial understanding. Thank you, your dear friend will become my love and savior… no, she is my love and savior.

I hold Savra and from the bottom of my heart, I promise to never let you go.

Fights? Why do I need to fight? What pleasure will come from such weak opposition – no, I must journey away from here. Metal beams are like a hot knife going through butter to Savra and I. Chains are weak spider webs, holding us back for mere moments before being torn at the seams. It takes a few moments but now… now I am free. The bustling streets, the chatter – lives so bright it's blinding. I must find darkness. I must find peace. Pure darkness. Pure peace.

I must go to the plane of purity.