Her response gets a curious look, and perhaps something a little more cautious bled into his expression. “Mm… I suppose I mean the family that acts like they are.” He counted his brothers, for all that they weren’t related by blood. His sister who was…? He wasn’t so sure anymore. She hadn’t wanted him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if that till made her family or not. He was essentially dead to her, as far as she was concerned. At least her actions suggested as much. So he tried to think about her less these days, but Illyana seemed to have some experience with disappointing family. Whatever had happened, he could tell it was a complicated and troubling subject for her.

“Ah… So it could potentially hurt, depending on your intent?” Don’t mind him Illyana, if he internally hopes he never had a reason for her to use it on him. Possession sounded bad enough. The idea of having to have the entity cut out of you was even less pleasant whether it hurt or not. He listened to the rest of her explanation, blinking in surprise as the blade just disappeared as though it had never been there. Eyes darting to where it had been and squinting a bit, clearly Illyana was enjoying this for all her tone was rather curt on the subject.

It was times like these that Llewellyn tended to feel a little out of his depth, even if he’d stopped being nearly as surprised as he had been when he first ended up in another world… It was a lot that he didn’t understand, and really couldn’t from his perspective for all that he wanted to. “So it’s a weapon but it’s… also very much a part of you, I presume?” He responded quietly, a little troubled by the idea of a child having their soul removed and turned into a sword.