“ what the hell is wrong with my knife ? it’s perfectly--- ” old , used , blunt beyond hope of sharpening . the blade itself is dented , warped , slightly bent . it’s clearly been loved and used well . it’s seen its fair share of battle , but like a war horse , it’s time is also limited . it’s long and useful life is a its end . “ yeah , okay . you’re right , it’s a piece of shit . ” she gives the dagger one last look , feeling almost sad to be rid of it , like saying goodbye to a trusted friend of many years .
when she’s finished her silent farewell , she drops the worn knife to the ground and takes what hilda has offered her . it’s around the same size , though slightly lighter . it’s hilt is polished bone , shiny and untarnished . it’s a beautiful weapon . “ this is gorgeous . thank you . ” she can’t wait to put it to use .