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lone.He smiles almost sadly, knowing the feeling of being alone. "Alone too" he says simply, gesturing to himself with a leg "not anymore though" Benedict adds, gesturing to the world of Novus "many here. Not lonely any more." Veil had begun to speak more and more. He wondered if constant exposure to words would make her learn... and realized it was a lot like teaching a foal to speak for the first time.
"Items" he adds, gesturing to the bag and the weapon in return "means any... no" he pauses, frowning. it means anything usable but that would be too complicated "you use. For many things" Benedict taps the claymore again with a hoof "you fight. with this" it had been his bodyguard's weapon, something from a long ago time in his kingdom. where he had been a prince. "you defend self. and others."
"item is something you use. weapon is item with purpose." he adds, his eyes darkening with sadness.
he had crawled from the bodies of the fallen to find his own way out. the only thing he could grasp was his friend's claymore, dragging it with him. using it to cut down any foe in his way...
"Yes" Benedict gives a nod "jewelry. Wear. It is... pretty. Useful. An item."
