"By someone else, I assume you mean your brother." I say softly, reflexively checking the smooth action of the pivoting part of the cutting blade, and the connections in the drive bay.

I glance over my shoulder, catching his frown before he can wipe it from his face. "The physical effects? Yes, I suppose that is one aspect. But what about the innate power?"

Finding it all in working order, I stand again, turning to hand it back to him. "Forgive me for saying, but I can't imagine Cid chose to give this to you entirely out of the goodness of his heart." I hold it out, and wait for him to take it. "Would you put it on for me?"