Luka recognizes the sword near instantly. He'd never held anything like it before. He recalls laughing with the Protector as they'd discussed the specifics of its design, and he felt those details now weighing heavy against his palm.

"Four?" He calls out, though he doesn't expect an answer. Luka knows what part of the scene he's dropped into, and he knows well that Four wouldn't be here to respond.

"Where's the switch here?" He asks Nine. He didn't prefer to linger here long, if he could help it.