"Bonds," Ann says, and thinks of the shattered links of Justice, dark across Akira's Compendium. Thinks of her own bond to him--the chain of the Lovers, now sitting perfect and unbreakable about her wrist, ten links strong. "Mm. I don't have any of my own--I think, Liz hasn't been really forthcoming unless I ask stuff first, and I've had other things on my mind--but I've seen the sort of strength they have." She holds her hand up in example, chuckling a little to herself at her joke, because the other side of the Arcana that keeps it clasped to her is Lavenza's, offered freely--Strength, heh.