"More like there's too many great-'s to keep track of." She responded running a hand through her hair. "He's m' great, great, great, great-grandfather. Granddad's just easier." The girl shrugged.<br/>There was a long pause in answer to his next question, many thoughts running through Isabelle's face. "...Well, a better question is<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>he, or it, is. It goes by the Black Mass, and that's pretty much what it is." She grimanced at her wording, scratching her cheek with a pointer finger.<span style="font-style: italic">That could have been worded better...</span><br/>Some of the words he spoke were somewhatalien to the brunette. 'Alchemical' sounded familiar enough, but 'transmute' wasn't one she could think of the moment she heard it. But by everything else he said, and the expression on her face told her that it wasn't anything good. "I was wondering about that..None of the souls seem to sync up with one another, so doesn't that cause some kind of backlash on you?"<br/>She shook her head, "No. I don't think any'ne realized you were here.<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>certainly didn't." She pointed to herself for some emphasis.<br/>She knew that word. The thing that Greed trjed to claim himself to be. But from where, is the question. "Ah..." Was the sword's simple response, rubbing the bridge of her nose in thought. "...A homunculus, hm?" She echoed softly, as if that might jog her memory.<br/>He was definetly right. With the knowledge of what he was, Isabelle was hooked by her own curiosity of him. And it was quite a different experience of anything else she had met. Which were usually on less frriendly terms, and ending with their soul in her grip.