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The sword has spoken. So has the sheath.
The sword dropped to the ground. The sheath lay next to it.
Arthur made his choice.
The intent guides the tool.
True reflection of actions speaking of you.
When separate - precarious, when connected - powerful.
New direction awaits. He looks at his friend.
He knows he chose right.
Cause that's what they were. Brothers above anything else.
He holds out his hand.
Merlin has known all along.
He holds out his own.
Together they rise.
Power. Protection. Both side by side.
Like a sword with its sheath.
Like a tool with intent, indeed.