In Diamond's eyes, they were beautiful.

They were sharp, long, and able to cut anything that wasn't too thick for them. Scissors could help heal someone, or they could do severe damage. It was a beautiful yet dangerous duality that she fully understood. Diamond supposed it really said something about her, how she could easily lean one way or another. How she could easily destroy someone from the inside out psychology or help them out and calm them down before they do something they shouldn't. She could easily save a life or end one with her knowledge of the body, where one could hit and where to fix up first.

Yet, despite how easily she could go either way, she decided to be loving and helpful as grumpy as she could be. One could say it was more beneficial and better to use her skills towards good, or how it wasn't worth being evil, but she just felt better going for good. For her, it was simple, nothing too deep or psychological about it.

Not only were their capabilities captivating, but they were gorgeous in of themselves too, like how swords or knives were to others. She had a collection of them, all simply for viewing. All were different from one another, different blades and different handles. Diamond could run her fingers down the blades for a good few minutes. She would do it all day, but she had responsibilities and other things to do.

She would dissect the others on their weapon choices and what that said about them to her, but she could always do that later.

With her love of scissors, of course it would be reasonable to go with that to fight with.