There, so that was it. Fragarach, the sword of retribution, couldn't defend unless its opponent had been invoked — but by the time Gae Bolg has been invoked, it's already beyond defending against. That explanation, which she surmised quietly, allowed her to see the connection at last. That also must've been how Lancer had gotten hurt; he was hit by a sword that had struck first, even as simultaneously his own lance had found its own target. Mutually assured destruction, indeed.
But something about it was still bothering her — the way he'd been fidgeting with his earrings, something about the way he'd phrased things when he was talking about the girl wielding Fragarach.
All those that were supposed to be dead, he'd said.
How would he have known what state the girl was supposed to be in, unless —
"It's all right. I'm here for a story, aren't I?" Carmen answered gently, even as the growing realization nagged at her. "From what you've said, it sounds like something you needed to get off your chest."
But then she paused, silently debating, and finally added:
"You...knew the girl who used Fragarach, didn't you?"
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But something about it was still bothering her — the way he'd been fidgeting with his earrings, something about the way he'd phrased things when he was talking about the girl wielding Fragarach.
All those that were supposed to be dead, he'd said.
How would he have known what state the girl was supposed to be in, unless —
"It's all right. I'm here for a story, aren't I?" Carmen answered gently, even as the growing realization nagged at her. "From what you've said, it sounds like something you needed to get off your chest."
But then she paused, silently debating, and finally added:
"You...knew the girl who used Fragarach, didn't you?"