[Most anything could be a weapon. She had seen them brandished, hidden, disguised as another common object, and so forth. Even one's words could be a weapon. She had witnessed it herself. The world seemed to turn upside down, inside out, or turn around just with the power of speech.]

Although I'm not familiar with very many weapons in the typical sense, in the end they are only tools. It's how you use those weapons and for what purpose that give them their power.

[There didn't seem too much room or reason to debate justice since it did have several definitions. Justice in the legal sense she came to believe much more in. Then justice in the more spiritual sense, that any one's actions would return to them in some way, positive or negative.]

You've been killed before? [It shouldn't have surprised her. She had also seen the dead come back to "life" through channeling.] You may return and you have thus far, but the experience must still be rather harrowing.

It seems the Cloths are alive, not only as sentient beings, but they seem to possess personalities or feelings, if they are free to judge, accompany, or abandon those who don them. There is something to be said in how it gains strength after its destruction and thus reconstruction. Some would believe that a second or subsequent version would be inferior to the original prototype.

[She did take another look at the headpiece again, knowing that she was holding something that was really alive. She returned it to him so all the pieces would be together, even if he did say the parts could be reunited despite distance.]