He cocked his head to the opposite side, not unsderstanding at first, then felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. His ears dropped suddenly and he wanted to cover his face with shame. “Torment is good.” He muttered dejectedly. He was aboutto offer Ripping Wind as an alternative before he realized the problem was just as bad if not worse. “What about…” He trailed off. “What about Justice?” He added quietly, thinking of what had brought him to making the spear in the first place. Noir. Justice would be had for sure with the spear in his employment. He bet Noir didn’t even have a weapon of his own, and when he turned a year old his father said he could go out and find a familiar. It would be something strong, like him, something that moved like a shadow and killed in the night. Something that was as much him as Raanee was like his father.
