The moment she said it, I knew in my heart there were far more powerful forces at play. Forces I'd hoped wouldn't be Zora's problem. But I'm starting to wake up to the truth, like Lady Silverhand said, that much like Dagult's hoard, there's far more happening than a simple mass of gold and gems. Now, the blade falls to me again, even when I was defeated. That sticks with me the most. I lost. I met an opponent I couldn't overcome, and knowing the power of the blade, one last stroke would have been all it took to take my very soul from existence. Or what would have been worse, Angus or Orion. I lost, but still the blade is mine again, for better or worse.
Who's responsible for prying it from the Raven Queen's clutches? Torm? The being trapped within the blade? I'll need to learn more, yet I don't know if I'll have the time. Things are moving so fast now. It's hard to catch my breath.
Yet I must. Answers are needed. And at the very least, I'm glad for the fellows beside me to help in this pursuit. There was a time when I would have shunned them or sent them away. Moved on to the next town or next job. But they've stood beside me time and again. Offered to help so freely. Angus and Orion...Don't think I'll forget what they did any time soon. Sadachbia and Illidrex...Two of them I get along with fine, the other two I have my differences with, and yet all of them are willing to stand together without hesitation.
I think I'm learning I can't judge or hold anyone or anything in harsh regard. Action with intention. Their actions speak for them. Their intentions have my welfare at heart. And for that, I owe them. My loyalty at the very least. My strength and my will along with it.
I vowed to use this weapon only with the intent of putting it down forever when a peace has been achieved that benefits all. That's what I fought for in Celestia. I now am honored to fight for it again. The company I get to fight beside will help me on this path, I know. And without the Devil's voice in the blade, at least for now, and Valenier's presence, it feels as though there's a nobler purpose to be pursued despite the darker forces now amassing against light and life. Perhaps the first step of that purpose lies in taking the blade home, to Arkan, to Ushen's family. He's still there, in some form. They deserve to know. I can do that much, at least.
Is it possible that the darkness within me might yet be used for good? Can I wield this blade beside my companions with honor and valor that would inspire greater hope and courage? I feel Torm charging me to stand firm now. I am equipped. Growing stronger. Surrounded by fellow warriors of equal strength and resolve. It now falls on me to answer that charge.
One day at a time. One day at a time...