Duo stared at his newly acquired sword as he sat on the roof top of the lodging house. If he was lucky there wouldn't be anyone interrupting him to practice magic or anything. It was the only place he knew of to be alone, and right at that moment he needed to be alone.
So much had been happening. The recent events were something of a blur in his mind. The magic was all too much for him to even try to keep up with. He only understood it had changed people, and most of all that it had made Inca even more distant than before.
And then, as if things couldn't get any more complicated, Leoder had thrown in the sword. He had given reasons for passing the sword to Duo, but Duo didn't understand or even remember them. He didn't know why he had been chosen, but he certainly was sure it was a mistake. Duo wasn't a hero, he didn't even pretend to be. Sometimes he wasn't even sure he was a good guy, mostly when he thought of the clones. If it had been him instead of one of the others, he knew what he would have wanted to do. He would have tried to use the situation to his advantage, as a chance to escape from it all. And if it was an action that would lead to some great tragedy for the world? Well, so what? The world had never given a damn about him, why not return the favor?
No, Duo was not a hero.
So the sword was quite a problem. There wasn't even a guarantee that it would be used for good. But that's life, right? There are never any guarantees.