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[i]”Oh”[/i] The sword thought in a contemplative silence as the large eye in its hilt split open and rolled to gaze upon its dying wielder. It could hear his words but could not reply since they were no longer in contact. What would it say anyway. The fragile creature was expiring. As they often did. 
[i]”Perhaps I should have done something?”[/i] It mused, trying to understand why it hadn’t felt like doing more. Meanwhile it just watched as the dying drow’s life essence steadily escape him, a pool of blood growing larger around him ever slowly creeping closer and closer to the weapon. 

Then a new figure emerged. The weapon had already been aware of her presence but could now physically see her form as she knelt over the dying dark elf. Curious. He found her actions to be of interest and continued to watch on intently. His wide yellow eye very occasionally blinking.