"I was actually gifted this power, by the lingering remnants of the soul of my first love." Inanna commented, casually. No sense boring the blade with how it wasn't technically her in the sense that she was not that her, but the true her that had been trapped for thousands and thousands of years. Because who in their right mind would want to relive that slog?
"Not simply learned on a whim. Like my ass though, do you? Sword's got good taste. In any case, if I've got the form, the power... the cushioning. What's got you worried, O' Fabled Blade?"
When Durive appeared and began to have what seemed like an existential breakdown however, Inanna simply quirked an eyebrow. "Confused too, are you? At least we've got that in common. Once I remember where that homeworld is, I'm vaporizing it."