Justice
He crossed his arms in relaxed acceptance of her callout. "Long enough to know it's a mess, not long have to technically have a permanent place to stay yet. This city has my threat expectations all wired wrong. Seen anything like that, dangers making you re-evaluate your vision of yourself?"
Justice directed an inquiring gaze from her guns to her expression, but it was broken up by the door into the shop's interior swinging open, loudly pushed in satisfaction. He found Absolution presented to him. "What do you think?" The woman asked, as Justice took it off her hands.
The recent scars and charring of the most recent battle had been cleaned off, and the entirety of the simple, brutal sword expertly polished, making the patterned, complex waves along the edge shine almost like diamond. He gave it a slow, experimental swing, and it made an impressive whistle. Justice could only nod and smile thinly under his scarf.
"You know, it may be imperishable, but you should get a sheath for that. I have some enchanted, practical ones for it," the woman added, picking up Pity before disappearing again to give it the same treatment.