Cheng stills, watching the weapon come out into the open. He honestly believed that he'd never see Sandu again. With trembly hands, he reaches out for it, unsheathing it partially just so he could see the blade glint in the light. He couldn't lift his head. Cheng didn't trust himself to keep his emotions in check. Sheathing it again, he rested his hand over the scabbard. "How... how did you get this?"

It was his sword. Even down to the little frog on the pommel.