[He reaches out and grips the hilt just under where Cloud's hands are, lifting just a little so Cloud can feel it.]
Okay, I've got it, let go for now. Hold your hand out instead, palm up. Eyes still closed, no peeking.
[He waits until they've traded off, setting the Buster aside and disappearing for a moment. Then he sets something down on Cloud's palm, not letting go just yet.]
Get your fingers around this one, tell me how it feels to hold without looking.
[The shape Cloud finds is circular and smooth metal, and it weighs more or less what a regular can of beer ought to, minus the sensation of sloshing liquid. Perhaps as heavy as an empty can might be?]
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[He reaches out and grips the hilt just under where Cloud's hands are, lifting just a little so Cloud can feel it.]
Okay, I've got it, let go for now. Hold your hand out instead, palm up. Eyes still closed, no peeking.
[He waits until they've traded off, setting the Buster aside and disappearing for a moment. Then he sets something down on Cloud's palm, not letting go just yet.]
Get your fingers around this one, tell me how it feels to hold without looking.
[The shape Cloud finds is circular and smooth metal, and it weighs more or less what a regular can of beer ought to, minus the sensation of sloshing liquid. Perhaps as heavy as an empty can might be?]