Crowbar
The notches on his crowbar ran, evenly spaced, almost all the way down the neck of his favorite weapon. All the challenges and enemies he had conquered were carved in unyielding iron for all time. Even after his (probably gruesome) demise, the crowbar would be a record of all he had ever accomplished. But here was one place on the neck on his crowbar that was different, one place where a mark had never been made. The place that represented her. His weapons, his suit – all were useless against his greatest obstacle. For all the power and force in the world was futile against the heart of Alyx Vance.