Alastor shrugged. That she was attached to it was not surprising or new. It was that attachment that had to be addressed; not so that it was removed entirely, but so that she could be more than just a shark in fights in very specific situations.
"The Third Phalanx teaches us that Adaptability is Strength, Talon. Part of that is that we do not have preferences. We must be ready to die every day and become whatever we must be given the situation. We must be warriors wherever we can be, growing into the ability to fight everywhere from night-time duels in secluded Sanctums to battlefields in the desert to aggressive negotiations in a boardroom."
He shouldered the shotgun and removed his sunglasses, squinting at her through sun-sensitive eyes.
"I'm not going to make you do it, Galatea. But you need to ask yourself - are you just an Orphan? Or an Arrow, ready to die today and become who she needs to be as the Phalanxes require?"