“But why not master the bow, or even seek out the arcane?”
“You always return hurt, sometimes gravely. The distance offered would at least
mitigate that, would it not?”
“You aren’t listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”
“No, I am. Your concerns are appreciated, and you do raise some good points. But
while the bows and magics of the world offer degrees of safety they lack that vital
feeling of catharsis. When a cataclysmic encounter nears its end, and the axe
blade splinters a beasts arm into a mess of crimson and bone. When that
beast cries out and the final arc smashes into its side, rending flesh in twain.
That is catharsis. And without that, I can’t do this. Distance cannot give that
feeling. I hope you understand this, why I shall carry this axe forever more.”
More Salt and Sanctuary and Bloodborne inspired writing.
Music I listened to as I wrote this: