Izzy released a breath she had not realized she had held when Cerasus drew the sword away.
	“Oh.” She shuddered when he turned the blade toward himself, for the most part expecting what followed. After all, he had to have gotten it there in the first place [i]somehow.[/i] All the same, it was a strange thing to see, fascinating, but simultaneously disturbing. “That’s... an [i]interesting[/i] storage system you’ve got there,” she said, her voice tense and a hand over her stomach as the sword fully disappeared.
	“How did he die," she began slowly, partially expecting him to answer with as simple a response as he had to 'what happened to him,' "that the real thing was lost?” Izzy shifted her gaze from where the sword had vanished to Cerasus’ handsome face.