“Who are you?” Maybe the better question was . . . what? {Reshaye,} it answered, simply. {I am many things.} I was definitely losing my mind. {You are not. Do you frequently repeat yourself?} The weapon will become a part of you, Zeryth had told me. You talk about it as if it is a person. A dawning realization bloomed, scalding up my spine. {Have you been enjoying my stories? I still have many to tell.}
i wanna hear ur stories
