For once in his life, Braig is honestly without words. He'd dreamed, yes, but the dream pales in comparison to reality.

He waits until Xeha cuts the flow of darkness, and then he carefully lifts it off the floor, testing the weight and heft of the blade now that it's real and solid under his hands. It suits him, even though he's not really much of blade user, and he can't say that he's surprised.

He doesn't find his voice in time to answer Xeha's comment, but he's very obviously over moon about the whole thing.