Clarent began slowly vibrating, a soular pulse of energy being felt for a small distance around, before the two pieces flew together and in a flash of light they became one, an orange, faintly glowing line where the break had been slowly disappearing. The sword slowly repaired what nicks and scratches were on it, now laying there and no longer a threat to anyone, until made active. Before that time came, it was just a sword, a regenerating hunk of metal, without anything special. The soul became hidden, unable to be sensed.