Damn, this thing's really falling apart.
It was made by collecting a few branches and fixing it up so I could use it as a substitute for Durendal.
I really don't have much of an attachment to this weapon... Well, it can hardly be called a weapon because it's just some old wooden sword.
But seeing it all beaten up like that...it's kind of...sad.
Yeah, I guess it's sad.
While I lived, I made a ton of mistakes. I caused a whole slew of messes, and I even did some immoral things too.
And so, had it not been in the hands of a brute like me, this sword probably wouldn't be so battered.
Damn. I'm starting to get misty-eyed.
This thing doesn't even have a conscience... It's just some old wooden sword.
...But I'm impressed this thing held up for this long.
I was able to protect Master, all thanks to you.
However, it had become awfully tattered again.
There is a tree branch around there that is suitable to make another,
I have only been using it as a substitute for Durandal anyway.
It's a weapon that I don't particularly care about... No, it's not even a weapon,
It really is just a wooden sword that can be found anywhere.
Seeing it broken like this, somehow it's just that.
Sad... That's right, it's sad, isn't it.
...When I was alive, I made a lot of mistakes. I committed a lot of outrageous behaviour, there were very inhumane acts as well.
If it wasn't used by a guy like me,
This fellow wouldn't have crumbled to dust in a place like this.
Darn it, somehow it made me cry.
There is no will behind it, it's just a wooden sword.
It has done well coming this far with me.
With your help, I was able to protect Master. Thank you.