Gyre's attention darts from Eight wandering away to Six returning to watch the party and then down to the sword as it hits the ground. He bends to reach for it almost immediately, only backing off once Luka gets a hold of it. He feels so completely out of control here, stress making his pupils narrow anxiously as he tries to decide where to be.

He ends up settling beside the princess, reaching over to touch the pommel of the sword. There's distaste all over his face, and in his voice as he finally speaks up.

"I broke his rapier earlier. I think we could do it together." He pauses after he says that though, glancing up at Twelve questioningly. Right, Twelve? He doesn't imagine she'd tell him to break it if he couldn't after all.