Snippet #1471484

Never get used to loss? No, that was inaccurate, at least where she was concerned. She was well-used to the death of people around her, but then she'd known the feeling for a very long time. Nevertheless, she understood what he meant. Being accustomed to it was not the same as feeling nothing about it, or being able to dismiss it as unimportant. The best she had ever managed was to ignore it for a large majority of the time, and remember it only when she had to.

"With an attitude like that, I'm surprised you aren't," she replied to his proclamation that he should be dead. "Who lives and who dies on the battlefield has nothing to do with who deserves it, you know that."

She was left once more with the impression that he had lost someone of paramount importance to himself. A wife, perhaps, or a sister. His reminder was largely unnecessary, but she nodded all the same. "I intend to," she replied truthfully, "but I also have to accept that i will not be able to stand at her side for every moment, and that this is a choice she made. I have no right to deny her her free will for her safety." It was not that she was unconcerned, and indeed, it was obvious enough that the circumstances troubled her, but Talae knew that there were limits to what any one person could do.

At Caine's behest, she found the supplies, rummaging through them for something that would be useful to her. She'd ideally like something with more than one use, since it would not be a great idea to be carrying around as many heavy weapons as she did knives. More than one use, not too heavy, nothing that she'd use with a shield... Talae's eyes fell on a hand-and-a-half sword. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she hefted it in one hand. She'd seen these used before; the entire point was that the grip could easily be shifted from one to both hands. It would certainly keep her left hand free to throw things, but substitute for the absence of a shield with the capacity to block with two arms.

It was obviously a good deal heavier than anything else she was used to fighting with, but she could hold it without much difficulty and swing all right. If it turned out to be a bit much after a while, she'd simply have to build up strength. It seemed well-balanced at any rate, and she figured it was probably her best option. She remembered something else, and tried a few longswords before finding one that might work. If it didn't, oh well, but she might as well try.

Returning to the bench, she handed Caine the longsword. "Missing something?" she inquired flatly. "There's more over there, if that one is inadequate. I did fond this, though." She drew the hand-and-a-half with a minute shrug. He knew far more about such things than she did, but she thought she might not be so far off-base.