There's a moment of silence as Braig considers. Though he's seen more than a few keyblades in his time, he's not anything like an expert on them. They've got both the light and the darkness, so the only thing left is... well, he's not sure. Unless it reacts to intent as well, which is so far out of his realm of understanding as to be entirely incomprehensible. But well... there's one thing that might work, odd though the idea is.

"Ah, hang on. I wanna try something."

Braig takes a deep breath before very carefully moving his hands down the blade until one of his hands reaches the hilt. The blade's made, more-or-less, but it's not yet his, and really what better to claim a weapon than by making as if to use it; his fingers close around the hilt without a moment of hesitation, though he doesn't lift it off the floor. Instead, he rests his other hand along the shaft, very much as if he were holding it in his lap.

He's got no idea if it'll work, but it certainly feels right.