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Blade wasn't emotional. It was a weapon. It was simply a tool to be used.
Until it wasn't.
Its mind was broken, its memories shattered in a million pieces. Any memory of how it got to the point of redemption was blurry, but that was okay. It had someone to help it through it, and he didn't mind reminding it of the moments it couldn't piece together.
It had a husband. That husband was Jing Yuan. He had told the story of their love countless times, but Blade never could wrap its mind around it entirely. The story never stuck with it; it simply had to accept it would never remember. It had to accept that this was its life now, and it was happy. It liked the gentle touches. The affection it received.
It had never been good with emotions. It was still cold and had limited expressions unless something caused a mental crash or Jing Yuan made love to it. Those were the only times it could recall having higher emotions accompanied by more expressions. Of course, it felt emotions. They were simply…Duller. And harder to express. For example, it loved Jing Yuan, and enjoyed the affection it was given, but the most it could do was quirk his lips up slightly and cuddle closer.
Now, however, it is alone.
It is alone for hours, in an unknown place with an unfamiliar sky. The constellations are wrong, the buildings aren't the right shape, and the castle is entirely unfamiliar. It stumbles inside and is greeted by a woman, who takes it in and cares for it.
After some time, it grows more accustomed to its surroundings, until it sees him again. It sees Jing Yuan, his love, and his dead heart's pace quickens slightly. It takes a step forward, about to speak, but this Jing Yuan is not its. They look the same, they talk the same, and they act the same, but they are not its husband. Its heart stutters to a stop, and it withdraws, hiding in the shadows for a week before reemerging with a new, unrecognizable name and, hopefully, new enough looks it would not be obvious who it is.
It is wrong to believe Jing Yuan is so easily fooled.
It tries to speak to this new Jing Yuan, still grasping to the hope that this man is the one it loved. The one it spent countless of its happiest days with. But there is no spark. It is left alone without any more than basic recognition, of Jing Yuan knowing its true name but not knowing what it remembers them as being.
It can hear a crack.
A crack in its brain as the glue begins to lose its grip on the pieces of its mind.
Jing Yuan was the one who put him together.
Jing Yuan is the one that will take him apart.