The "Importance" of Partners

"Will you still carry that... even if you have me in your hands?" I say a little boldly as I eye the blade and fold my arms into myself. I shivered a bit at his shifts but I tried to remain calm.

He took a long time before answering. "This sword, is a reminder of who I really am. Or at least, who I want to be. It keeps most of my sanity intact. Even if I don't hold it in defense, it will be at my side." Martyn carefully fit the sword into it's respective sheathe, and pulled the strap around his waist, the sword literally hanging at his side.