A silent Braig says as much to Xeha as any words could have. He's quietly rejoicing, himself - this has worked. All that study, all those sleepless nights, all that worry: it's all paid off. How long has it been since a truly new keyblade was created? Before the wars, at least... but here, now - it's done. And it looks, to his eyes, perfect.

There'll be time for testing later. Time to make sure that what they've got here is truly functional, that it's not just some - replica. But for the moment, he shuts down the console - light flickering back on around the room, the grid on the floor fading - and steps over to his brother's side with a warm smile.

He's not sure what to say himself for the moment, either...