“A bond created by our ‘father’, you mean?” he replies, giving the horse a pat on the back now that he’s done with that particular chore.

“Or a bond formed by our masters over the years?” Of course the answer to that is plain. Sengo hasn’t referred to any other sword within the Citadel as his “brother.” He shrugs.

“Well…whatever the case. I’m quite interested in seeing how this ‘bond’ develops. The humans have come up with so many different kinds…”