( She sighs a bit at that remark. It was definitely the same, curious girl who would inquire about her own alchemy in wonder. There was a certain charm about her she missed, in honesty. )

It's hardly that; I'm afraid those in charge of this bloody place are out to kill us.

( Integra, for one, is not about to remark on the politics involved-- but rest assured Trucy, they are trying to kill us. )

He is. ( She states, flatly. ) Although I'm afraid he's much older here than I last remember him. ( As for Apollo... ) I cannot say the same of your friend. He's arrived here several times, but has never remained for very long.

( Unlike, Integra. The lucky bastard... )