Vesta looked at him with surprise, her ruby eyes widening with confusion. "What? Nothing else? What will you even do with your katana?" she asked frantically, her voice a mixture of disbelief and a strange, almost maternal concern.
And her confusion was justified. What could Sezel possibly do with his katana while both of his hands were bound, chained to the cold, unforgiving metal bars of his cage?
Sezel simply smiled, a faint, enigmatic smile that only seemed to confuse Vesta even further. He said nothing else.
But nonetheless, Vesta did what she could. She delivered his katana to him, its sheathless blade gleaming in the dim, artificial light of the Sanctuary.
It was nothing special, just a simple, unadorned weapon, and she was sure that there was no way it was going to break those chains or those bars.
