in which Urianger tries to make me spend another night on Garuda HM weaponfarms.

[arcanima]

[There's a very intimidating, freakishly tall humanoid, attired in a cowl, with a tattooed face and pointed ears. And he's staring. Mumbling dear words, from a dear master.]

A blade born of light, and a blade forged of might.
Alas, man may entrust his fate unto but one.

[His voice turns stern.]

Refuse to choose thy path, refuse to suffer for thy craft, and thou art doomed to wander betwixt light and dark in your reveries for all eternity - not one, nor another. Dawn draweth nigh, dear lady, and thoust must cast away the shadow of apathy which defile and cloud thee to face challenge anew. Perpend thy heart to forge light - as others of thine acquaintance has't overwrought all sufferings, so you shall as well.

[Aaaaand yep, full blown Urianger!rant.]

Make a weapon of thy spirit! For the attentions of both gods and men wane waiting for thine indecision! This is the struggle of existence! And it is demanding, entrancing, mesmerizing, beautiful! Can'st thou not see it?