Zachariah was not necessarily someone to continue to stand around questioning when there was a very clear direction in front of him -- proceed to the cove to retrieve his weapon. Honestly, that seemed like a fairly good idea, considering he didn't know where he was, and having a weapon could help defend himself if something happened. The idea of having a defense comforted him instinctively, even if he couldn't ensure the weapon wasn't just part of whatever might be a problem --

The "Cove," he quickly realized, was rather ... dark.

There was a singular light, and walls filled to the brim of things he could barely see, but they certainly didn't look like bricks. Wait. Zachariah squinted, moving towards one of the walls. Were those tablets?

How was a tablet a weapon?

Perhaps you should come find out, silly!

Silly?

"My name isn't Silly," Zachariah replied, grimly. "Please desist."

Such a charmer! Please desist, that's a new one! I think I'll like you. You should come find me!

"I don't like you."

Aww, bummer! We'll fix that up, though. Come find me~ I'll help you out!

Zachariah felt it. It being a strange buzzing throughout his body, perhaps under his skin, pulling him in a direction away from the wall he was currently positioned near. It wasn't necessarily a long walk, but it was enough of a walk that he slowly felt the sensation increase, yanking him closer and closer until he was staring at one particular tablet, with what looked to be a trident on it.

A weapon.

Immediately, Zachariah's hands shot out, grabbing the tablet off the wall and bringing it closer to himself. He almost dropped it when the tablet suddenly changed, morphing itself into the same weapon he had seen on the front of the tablet.

That was fascinating. How did they manage to get the weapons inside these tablets?

I don't know exactly, but I think it has something to do with something those Life Hunters know!

... How did she know he had thought about that? Where was she?

In your hands, silly! I'm your weapon. My name's Saraswati, but you can call me Sara.

This spear-trident thing could talk?!

Not exactly! But I can think to you, and you can think to me!

That didn't make any sense. Weapons were not ... sentient. They were weapons. Tools to be used by humanity to protect themselves against whatever may have been threatening them or their territory. Humans had managed to make great strides in artificial intelligence, too, but it had in no way advanced to the point where people could shove consciousnesses into weapons. Consciousness was not even invented for big supercomputers yet, yet alone a thin, spear-like trident weapon.

I'm talking to you, and you still say I'm not sentient? I'm a little insulted, Zachariah!

If all other options are eliminated, whatever else remains, no matter how improbable, must be true. The weapon had a consciousness and was actively speaking to him.

"This is ... uh." Zachariah was at a loss for words.
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I know, it's weird! But you'll get used to it. I believe in you!

"Okay, talking spear."

It's Sara!

This relationship was getting off to a great start.