They were marched through the sterile corridors of the central citadel and into a stark, circular chamber. At the far end, seated behind a simple desk, was Heikal. His stark white hair and piercing red eyes regarded them with an air of detached amusement, like a scientist observing interesting specimens. Rei stood rigidly at his side, her blue eyes burning with cold fire.
"Welcome," Heikal said, his voice smooth and pleasant. "I've been expecting you. Though, I must say, I'm disappointed. I expected to put up more of a fight." His gaze settled on Julian. "First, a simple question. Where is Beatrix? Is my wayward alchemist well?"
Julian, his hands still bound by the white nullifier cuffs, met Heikal's gaze without flinching. "She's free," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Something she could never be under your... enlightened leadership. Tell me, does it make you feel powerful? Controlling these people with your little brand? Turning them into puppets?"
