[b]"My weapon doesn't define me. It might be symbolic to my methods or namesake, but nothing changes about me without it. Regardless if I have the Morning Star, I'm still Lucius Cypher, and all that it implies. As for what that means... Heh, well, as you've said, wouldn't want our story to unravel. But if it matters, I will tell you that I do not need the power of my Morning Star. The power of my Morning Star comes from me, myself. All you've done was take away a physical object, something that was destined to fade away one day. No, I don't need to be reliant on my weapon to be who I am. I don't need my weapon any more than I need my clothes. Honestly, the only reason I would have a weapon is to hide my true self using imagery and faux symbolism. If you really want to know how a person acts, how he thinks, or even just how he fights, don't give him a weapon. Let him fight using hit mind and body. That's who I am without my Morning Star."[/b] Lucius said confidently. Though his powers were supposedly taken away from him, his shirtless body still seemed to have a supernatural radiance.

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Machina on the other hand didn't quite have as much to say about her weapons and Lucius. [i]"What is the purpose for my weapon? Is it not to kill? To protect by taking the lives of those who threaten?"[/i] Machina pondered these thoughts. They were the simplest hawsers, but also in a sense not right... Not to her, anyways. There had to be another reason for her weapons. They weren't just things to use to kill her enemies or those who threatened her. Because when she has no enemies, when she is at peace, why would she need her guns? Why should Machina have them if there is no conflict? This was the question that Machina needed to think upon. Silently she sat back into her seat to reflect on the reasons why she would carry her weapons.