"Yes." Yukina nodded in agreement to Charity. As much as she wanted to stay and provide more information, she knew that Neo himself was also well-oriented with the subject matter at hand. She knew that she wouldn't need to be there anymore. And thus, she just followed the red-headed woman when she walked away. Charity was right, she said to herself. She thought that, perhaps, all these men needed was a talk between them.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Neo was still answering Bray's questions. "Well," he began. "Ratt didn't tell us when the guy started gettin' fuckin' spooked by them asstards, man. But I hafta make a guess dat this shit started long ago, and Ratt's not tellin' a fuckin' thang since he thought jackshit 'bout it."<br/><br/>The blonde alchemist then puffed more smoke, before continuing to explain. "But, being the only nigga 'ere dat knows shit 'bout magic 'n' stuff, I gotta make a damn guess mahself. I mean, the guy probably was wasted by some organization or syndicate or shit that kno's them magecraft stuff. Ya' get wha' I'm sayin'? Dis shit right 'ere is mo' than a matter of covering up eyewitnesses fo' a goddamn murder. I dunno what it is, but I gotta say it's som' omerta shit or somethin' like that. But with magecraft, ya' kno' wha' I'm sayin'?"<br/><br/>"But den again, " he went on. "I gotta tell ya' dis, man. I'mma fuckin' alchemist, but I ain't no magus. I migh' be awesome at doin' alchemical shit, but I'm a shitty magus. If anythin' else, I only know a shitload of theoretical magician stuff, but I'mma useless piece of shit in practice. And if ya' wanna' know mo' 'bout the whole shebang, then Ratt' migh' tell ya' somethin'. Or maybe not, I dunno."