When Cerasus looked to her, though Izzy wanted to turn away from his piercing stare, she forced herself to hold his gaze, and nodded at his question.
	“I never figured you for the sentimental type,” she said, not unkindly, wondering where he kept the sword, or if its storage had something to do with a vampiric power.
	When he stood, Izzy uncrossed her legs and got to her feet as well, standing further from the roof’s ledge than Cerasus as she watched him, wondering if he was going to jump. She inhaled and flinched when he instead reached into his stomach. Though not as dramatic as when he had rooted around in his skull, it was still unsettling. Her jaw slackened when he impossibly pulled a sword from himself, blood glistening on the weapon.
	[i]Weirdest. Storage place. [u]Ever,[/u][/i] she thought as his body healed itself and the blood evaporated. Even so, her gaze locked on the well-crafted sword. Though she was no expert on weapons, it certainly looked like a fine one.
	“‘The voyage across the heart,’” she read aloud. She took a partial step closer to get a better look at the weapon, unsure if the inscription was meant to be morbidly literal, or sweetly metaphorical. “That’s an impressive sword.” She glanced away from the weapon to Cerasus. “What was his name?”