[He sounds a little surprised. No one ever came to the temple just to talk to a holy sword. They always had something to ask for. Some wish to be granted.]
I can... listen. There is nothing else for me to do anyway.
[The faces become a blur, day after day. Always asking for the same things. better health, more money, good crops... love. As if he could do anything about it.]
no subject
[He sounds a little surprised. No one ever came to the temple just to talk to a holy sword. They always had something to ask for. Some wish to be granted.]
I can... listen. There is nothing else for me to do anyway.
[The faces become a blur, day after day. Always asking for the same things. better health, more money, good crops... love. As if he could do anything about it.]
But I can't... grant your wish.