His lip quirks as Arthas' fingers tighten around the weapon. Possessive, this one is. But the blade does have some kind of connection to him, so he can't really hold it against the undead creature. Plus, it's obviously a weapon of incredible power. Certainly the kind any sensible type would hunger for. But there'd be time for that in the future, maybe. For now, step by step way the way to go.
"Frostmourne." The weapon, it must have been. A suitably dreary name for a weapon cold to the touch. Then, a slight side. "Fate has it's way of giving us what should be ours, even if it takes time," he says, looking back out to the undead army, a knowing twinkle in his eye. "It's not always fair, but it seems to always work out the way it should, even with the unexpected bumps and bruises."
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His lip quirks as Arthas' fingers tighten around the weapon. Possessive, this one is. But the blade does have some kind of connection to him, so he can't really hold it against the undead creature. Plus, it's obviously a weapon of incredible power. Certainly the kind any sensible type would hunger for. But there'd be time for that in the future, maybe. For now, step by step way the way to go.
"Frostmourne." The weapon, it must have been. A suitably dreary name for a weapon cold to the touch. Then, a slight side. "Fate has it's way of giving us what should be ours, even if it takes time," he says, looking back out to the undead army, a knowing twinkle in his eye. "It's not always fair, but it seems to always work out the way it should, even with the unexpected bumps and bruises."