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Honestly it brings a scene by grrm in game of thrones to my mind. The personal guard to the Lord of Martell considers himself married to his axe, having been indoctrinated for his job from a young age, and he sleeps with it next to him in his bed. What companons but mad gods do we have, when Grace warms us through the night?
There's nothing here!