[he'll just rest his head atop hers, humming faintly]

... an old myth, I suppose - or it could be truth. When my brother and I were forged, his sword was longer than mine even though we were meant to be created from the same amount of steel - and my smith was imprisoned. So he prayed to the gods to prove his innocence -

And so I was bestowed the power to cut my brother down to equal length.

Tomokiri, they named me afterward - Friend Cutter.