[ Armed with confirmation that the process doesn't hurt him, Yoimiya's worries are laid to rest, feeling better about giving this another go. Maybe the problem was that she was too worried about hurting him the entire time. After all, this exercise is based on trust, she has to have faith in him. Tartaglia is capable of making it out of any situation, this should be nothing compared to everything else he's been through. Okay! She feels way better now.

Back at it again, she focuses all her energy and effort on drawing out this sword completely. Underneath her palm, a golden light shines once more, the gray gemstone emerging from the depths of his core. She sees that familiar silver and blue hilt and now that she's gotten a second look at the ornate design, it almost reminds her of his special weapon from the far cold north— Polar Star. She's able to get her hands around the grip, only for it to disappear back into his chest. ]

Huh...?

[ This strange turn of events is shocking but Yoimiya refuses to give up. With a hand still on his chest, she tries again and again... and again. ]

I'm so sorry Tartaglia. I... I don't know what's going on. On the first try, I got about half of it pulled out but now...

[ Nothing. Not even a single inch of the hilt comes into view. ]

It's not coming out at all.