Fight back. That word brought back memories of his past two years before the rift, and how Rozalind said it was exactly how Wehren worked. To fight back against those who would harm the ones that couldn't help themselves. It was funny that he just moved from one secret organization to another that seemed to work similar. When Rozalind mentioned how Necromancers were the worst, XIII smiled.

"I'd say [i]that's[/i] a matter of perspective," XIII said before grimacing slightly. He rubbed the tattoo along the back of his hand before continuing. "For me, personally, I'd say Mentalism, well, our Inherent Mentalists would be the worst. Those people can take everything from you without a second thought." The air around him started growing warmer as he worked himself up. "Your memories, your [i]name[/i], even your-" He hissed in pain and glanced at his hand. Funny, he hadn't even noticed that he had clenched it into a fist. He glanced at Rozalind. "Sorry, touchy subject." It wasn't often that his anger got the better of him. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down, and the temperature around him dropped back to normal.

Thinking over what Rozalind had said, a thought occurred to him. "You said the outer circle was from Occultic magic. I take it that the second circle was from Necromancy?"