- And the thirst for adventure led me to the sea... - The woman forced a fake smile. - A similar story.
- Sometimes it feels like this sword is more valuable to you than your own life... That's not true, Klin. Artifact or not, a sword is just a sword. It can be replaced, but you can't.
Klin stared thoughtfully down at the foliage covering the ground beneath his feet.
—I don't know if you're aware, but one of the features of my curse is the need to bind my soul to my own weapon. Thus, this sword is an extension of my soul and a refuge for it in the event of my body's demise, and therefore, in this case, it cannot be replaced. Don't get me wrong, I don't consider this a particularly depressing connection, rather the opposite, this feature has already managed to save both of our lives. And yet... it cannot be denied that at the moment my fate is tied to the "Devourer".
- Uh-huh, the place with the dinosaurs. - She blushed again. - It is a great honor and joy for me to be your companion.