The minds of humans and those of weapons were different, so if Gladius needed it he could slow his consciousness to almost infinity which allowed him to talk quietly to Vexa while sparks flew sideways at turtle speed in the real world.
"What are you going to do...?" Vexa's eyes went wide as she took a few steps back.
"Nothing bad, though I think you'll hate me at first." Gladius shrugged exhaling a puff of smoke, "It doesn't fuck me either way. Gisle was just beaten by Wain to get a chance to make contact with you, so now it's your turn."
"Agh...?" Vexa got goosebumps from Gladius' cold stare, "What's the point? What are you going to teach me? I'm already doing everything I'm capable of! I'm fighting you with Gisle's hands!"
Gladius grinned taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "Exactly, you're supposed to be helping him, not just being a katana in his hands. He might as well pick up a stick from the ground and not feel the difference."
