"They're weapons. They don't talk things over."
Greg said, "You said that they're friends, and that means friends listen, too."
"They probably listen, though not perfectly or easily."
Veldway thought about this. After that, he got up and walked to the meadow exit without saying anything.
The others followed and came out in the dark stone hallways. They walked back through the building, and when they got close to the main doors, Greg could see shapes moving beyond them.
They went outside onto the platform, and Greg's stomach dropped. The weapons that were alive had come together.
A lot of them, maybe even thousands. They filled every island nearby, crowded every bridge, and even floated in the air.
There were swords, spears, hammers, axes, bows, and weapons that Greg couldn't even name. All of them are looking at the building. Everyone was watching.
"They knew," Veldway said in a low voice. "They always know when I'm close to the door."
