The man kept his foe pinned, but brought a hand to his temple.

'...I caught him.' he sent mentally to someone.

'Prepare to receive him.' he sent further.

'And, as you suspected, he had the staff of Zeus.' he then added.

'I'll send it as well, after the fugitive.'

'I'll deal with that.' he sent.

'Prepare for receiving.' he finished.

With that, the man he was pinning disappeared in a small whirlwind. He then took the rod, twirled it up in the air, before it, too, disappeared from sight.

"Now." he said.

"I suppose I should deal with this mess, try to get it back to the way it was..." he mumbled, looking around, before his eyes rested on Aedan.

Vincent was silent as she addressed him.

"...wait..." he mumbled.

"Wait, hold on... hold on..." he said.

He looked at her closer, head to toe, before it seemed to click.

"....Reveka!?"

"....eh?" Vincent muttered.

"It's... not that hard to pronounce..." he said, sounding confused, before he shook his head.

"Right, that can wait." he said.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I'd... I'd heard that you had... died." he commented.

"Yet here you stand... looking... practically no different from when I last laid eyes on you."

Vincent was silent for a moment when he heard that.

"....sent?" he asked.

"Who would send you to do that?" he asked her.

"This was a very dangerous situation... injury would be something that would be generally impossible to avoid." he commented, thinking about it.

"....and sent implies an employer did so." he then went on.

"Where do you work?" he asked.

Vincent listened to what she had to say, before sighing deeply.

"I see." he replied.

"I... I'm not surprised." he told her.

"Your boss has never liked alchemy, or alchemists." he said.

"Odds are he's taking out his anger due to his beliefs on you." he went on.

"Which isn't fair to you."

"That, too." Vincent sighed.

"He's been staunchly against reanimation for a long time." he said.

"So he's probably taking it all out on you." he mumbled.

"Hmmmmmm..." he then muttered.

"I wonder..." he said, trailing off some, and thinking about something.

Vincent paused for a moment.

"Well... actually, before that, one thing." he said.

"....you just confirmed that you died." he commented. "Yet here you are." he continued.

"All I can think of is reanimation, for the reason for this." he went on.

"I didn't think your father would actually do it..." he then muttered further, crossing his arms over his chest.

Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" he asked.

"Is that so." he said.

"What was it that killed you?" he asked her.

Aedan just sighed, before telling him all about it. What it had done to her, how she felt throughout the course of the disease, and her inevitable death.

"....yours is a controversial case study." Vincent commented.

"You did, indeed, pave the way for a more successful cure, but some feel tampering with the cycle of life and death is not worth the results."

"..............." Vincent wasn't sure what to make of her statements.

"I... see..." he said.

"That's... right, well then..." he mumbled.

"Back to what I was thinking earlier." he said.

"Have you heard of Golden Clover?" he asked her.