Being clipped to his belt was a much better thing than being locked up by his twin Wyndel. However, Revan found herself so very thankful that that wasn’t the case right now.
It had been a while since Revan had seen John, but oh to have him wield her again...that was one of the most amazing feelings. it was so very easy to settle into his hand, and she had done with March.
Still, there was something that tugged at her to take her human form. She couldn’t right now, however. She was being used for her purpose: being wielded. It didn’t much matter to her what her wielders did----anything, even being misused, was better in her mind than being wielded by the Son again.
When he paused, she reached out to him, whispering softly, “I missed you. I’m so happy you’re wielding me again.”