With a snap of Gabe's fingers, Peter is fully dressed, complete with coat. He really doesn't want to wait around while Peter dazedly searches for the thing.
He swings the sword around until he's holding it out with both hands, solemnly offering it. The blue flames flick across his skin without doing any damage, and it glows brighter the closer it gets to Peter as if reacting to his presence. "I've chosen you to bear the sword, Peter."
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He swings the sword around until he's holding it out with both hands, solemnly offering it. The blue flames flick across his skin without doing any damage, and it glows brighter the closer it gets to Peter as if reacting to his presence. "I've chosen you to bear the sword, Peter."