"So it is personalized," Regene murmurs to himself rather than Lea as he cranes his head this way and that, examining the odd weapon. Coded or somesuch is about as inexact as a description could be, so despite the choice of words, Regene doesn't make any assumptions about just how similar they might be; code can mean many things, after all, and has two different meanings in his genetic make-up alone.

Careful to mind Lea's warning, Regene reaches out only an extended finger, and that only to brush the tip against the flat end of one spike. Even though Lea's description made it plain that these are solid weapons, Regene's still a bit startled by how solid it feels to the touch and winds up tracing the circular shape with his fingertips as well.

"Where do they go when they disappear?" He finally settles on his most pressing question, since he can't fit all the elements of these chakrams together in a way that makes sense. "If you're not just dreaming them up out of thin air every time, surely they must go somewhere."