You burn it in the sink. The smoke smells like the workshop always smells. That is not a comfort.
Wren watches you do it and does not stop you, which is the last thing she does that you're sure about.
WrenHe did that too. That's why he died alone in a room with a blade and no one to hold it.
She goes out to a fight that you did not ask her to go to and comes back later each time, and then one night does not come back at all.
The blade lies on the bench. The circle has been scuffed to nothing. You are twenty-eight and the years go by faster than the page says they should.