[The inner working of Norma's mind are an enigma, truly and honestly. She is a special kind of creature through and through. However, now she's giving the sword a wary look, glancing from it back to Mihawk.]
...Jeez, you talk about that thing like it's alive or something. [A pause, before she leans away, a little, looking uneasy.] It's, uh...not, is it? Alive, I mean.
[Because living and/or possessed swords are actually a thing in her world.]
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...Jeez, you talk about that thing like it's alive or something. [A pause, before she leans away, a little, looking uneasy.] It's, uh...not, is it? Alive, I mean.
[Because living and/or possessed swords are actually a thing in her world.]