"yeah..anyway, here." he said taking a knife from his pocket, and
putting it on the bed. "a gift from me to you. it was my knife I
kept when I was little. its very special to me, but I want you to
have it." he said. you look at the runes on the blade. it shines in
deep blues and stuff.
"Wow... are.. you sure about giving me this?" She asked. "Most
people wouldn't even consider letting me touch something
they had that's special to them, let alone give me something
special to them."
"im sure. you are my friend, same with error...but I guess you seem
like me...a person who just likes to destroy. I used to be someone
who could kill with no thought of it...then i saw my friend die. he
died, and it inflicted me. he gave me this knife, and i see some of
him in you...he was someone calmed me down with his kind nature..."
said drake. "but your not kind..but i see him in you."
"Thanks." She smiled slightly. "I've never saw any of my few
friends die. Even though i killed them, still wasn't there to see
them die. Maybe that's the main reason I regret nothing. Nothing
happened to make me understand the idea of wanting to turn back
time to fix mistakes. Or maybe i'm just that cruel. Who knows?" She
shrugged.