"As a small amendment to that, I would be rusting then." Said the greying man with a hint or snarkiness "You should know, a weapon has no choice in the matter."
Eliezer looked over the man as he spoke, there was some transparency to his form, probably another astral projection, like earlier while he was still at D.I.C.E's headquarters. If he was the sentient blade that he had wielded earlier then it would make sense why he had to project his being astrally. To choose such an ostentatious form obviously represented his rank within hell, so why choose such an elderly appearance? Maybe he wanted people to believe he was a wise old man, but to Eliezer he seemed more like an narcissistic old coot.
"A man always has a choice, so does that make you more a weapon then a man, or a fool of a weapon" He retorted, "I bleed but I am never cut, I sing the song of death but have no lips, I take action but none are my own, what am I, or more to the point, what are you"
Eliezer looked over the man as he spoke, there was some transparency to his form, probably another astral projection, like earlier while he was still at D.I.C.E's headquarters. If he was the sentient blade that he had wielded earlier then it would make sense why he had to project his being astrally. To choose such an ostentatious form obviously represented his rank within hell, so why choose such an elderly appearance? Maybe he wanted people to believe he was a wise old man, but to Eliezer he seemed more like an narcissistic old coot.
"A man always has a choice, so does that make you more a weapon then a man, or a fool of a weapon" He retorted, "I bleed but I am never cut, I sing the song of death but have no lips, I take action but none are my own, what am I, or more to the point, what are you"