"They might just work about the same as yours now. Or worse. Who knows. They do what they're supposed to do though. Though I'm thinkin' I need to get a color change. Silver just isn't meshing with the black."

He settled and sat down against a tree, looking far more tired than he should. He looked at Ratchet for a moment, nearly asking about Alister, but... hell. If Ratchet asked him about Trowa? Man. No good.

He shrugged.

"I really like em, Ratchet. Best gift I've ever gotten." Deathscythe didn't count. He stole that.