The Name of the Blade constantly interacts with Katarina’s bio, not exactly her short story.
This fragment basically becomes what we’ve read in Talon’s color story.
Most of what is exposed, we knew, though there are some interesting highlights that left me wondering if they’ll be developed further in the future.
“ but I am stone. Succumbing to such weakness would only carry me further from the Edge.”
“A bead of sweat trickled down my ribs, despite the cold.”
“I flowed around her, cold and colorless against her passion.”
That’s Talonn, passionless blue steel. ♥
I glimpsed an opening, once, where I could have ended her. She would have fallen, for true this time. Nobody would have known of my mistake, nobody but me.
I saw the opening, but I let it pass me by
“She touched her face again, tracing a wound that would never leave her.”
I could not bring myself to stand in her way, not anymore. The hypocrisy would be too great. My duty was to return and face judgment, and see what price I had to pay.
Talon’s Failure sprouts from Katarina’s failure. They are now equals.
My name had never mattered.
I watch her make quick work of the soldiers who remain to challenge her. I imagine myself in the place of the last of them, seeing the openings he does not, before his head rolls from his shoulders and he joins the dead.
Reading Katarinna’s strikes. So delightfully stated!
My fingers are pebbled with a thousand scars, each a single tiny step on my path toward the Edge, that unattainable perfect state I strive for.
So we see this idea going around. A perfect mental - physical for assassination in the General’s teachings? Devoid of all emotion, relaxed awareness, mechanical response? I have the feeling I’ve seen this concept applied before, many times. toninjasmostly or martial artists.
That’s the name of the blade.
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