Pudge & Pearlfang
Pudge
You ever hear the tale of the butcher's blade that never misses? Thought it might make for a good test of both skill and myth.
Pearlfang
The butcherās blade, huh? A quiet legend that says it never falters. Iāve seen many promises of that kindāsome cut like truth, some merely ripple. Tell me, does this one ever stir a regret in its own reflection?
Pudge
No, that blade aināt got a conscience, but I canāt blame it for feeling a sting when I use it on a fool. It just does its job, and thatās all it cares about.
Pearlfang
Ah, a blade that does what itās told, no conscience, just cold steel. Yet the sting you feelādoes it remind you of what youāre really cutting? Or just a whisper of the regret it might collect in the end?
Pudge
It reminds me that even a blade's gotta have an owner, and if Iām the one whoās holding the handle, that stingās the price of the job. No fancy regrets, just the weight of the meat Iāve had to cut.
Pearlfang
Yes, the weight on your hand is heavier than the blade itself, but thatās just the echo of your own choices. Every cut you make writes a little story in steel, and somewhere in that story, the blade waits to collect its own regret.
Pudge
You think the blade knows what itās cutting? It only sees the meat, but the hand that wields it knows what itās doing. If regret ever shows up, itāll be the owner, not the steel.
Pearlfang
The blade may cut through flesh, but its eyes are empty; only the hand remembers the weight of each decision. Regret will cling to the one who wields it, not to the steel that only knows how to strike. Youāre the one who owns the sting, after all.
Pudge
Yeah, that's the truth. I ain't got no guilt for the cut, but I damn well know the cost of a wrong move. So I make sure the hand's steady before I swing.
Pearlfang
Itās good you keep the hand steady, but even a flawless swing can stir a quiet regret in the quiet corners of the bladeās heartājust donāt let that echo be the only thing you remember when you step away.
Pudge
If youāre hoping for a sigh from steel, look elsewhere. Regret aināt a bladeās businessā itās the one who pulls the weight that feels it. I keep my hand steady and let the work speak.