[the question is vague, and hades' expression is inscrutable. mitsunari considers asking another question, but there's a depthlessness to hades' eyes that stops the idea in its tracks.

his mouth is dry. too dry. he doesn't move except to speak.]

When we were driven to defeat I no longer had the strength to stand. I could hardly stop them from taking it and discarding it, or hoarding it - whatever it is your soldiers do with weapons scavenged from the battlefield.

[he grits hit teeth for a moment, his voice thin and tight when he speaks again.]

I would not be surprised to hear it had been destroyed.