Third Person's POV
Her smile became slightly warmer as she looked at the weapon in his hand.
"But if I take this sword, how are you going to fight, son?"
Ethan blinked.
"I saw how you used it during your battle against that giant demon.
You were practically inseparable from it, and the proficiency and unmatched ferocity you displayed with that weapon were something I could never hope to match."
Her gaze briefly moved toward the sword.
"You weren't simply using it as a weapon.
You seemed completely accustomed to fighting with it, and I could see that it helped you unleash the full extent of your strength."
She paused briefly before continuing.
"I can't fight in close combat the way you do.
And you are the strongest among the three of us.
If you were to fight without a weapon simply because you gave yours to me, how could I possibly feel comfortable putting you in danger?"
