[Saber grits her teeth, thinking for a long moment. She's overcome with regret, over something she didn't even properly remember and done by someone she wasn't even sure she was.]

[Her eyes drift slowly to the side, where a sword, presumably the woman's, is stuck point-down into the ground. This was a form she knew even better than her current one...]

Honedges are swords possessed by restless souls. It's not something we usually think about.

[She walks over and places a hand on her past (?) form's hilt.]

I don't know if this is a true memory, or if I really am that woman's restless spirit.

Regardless, I share her regrets...