The theology questions were making Kire's mind itch. "I've never been given a sufficient reason to believe they are real before. And if they were real, where in all the seven hells are they? Powerful lot, but nary a trace when mortals really need them? I-- never mind," she muttered, shaking her head, stopping herself before she got too worked up. "I've seen a dragon. It was frightening, and magnificent." Kire smirked at the memory. "I promised Envy I'd tell him about it. He looked really curious when I mentioned it."

She grimaced at the thought of Kartaian weapons, clicking her tongue and shaking her head slightly. "They're quite creative with their cruelty, aren't they." She listened to him explain how Envy would be defended by the people he had sheltered and raised, and that he still had his Shadow-Walking. It didn't assuage all her fears. "You need to see where you're going to Shadow-Walk, right? And it'll be doubly hard for him, won't it?" She sighed. "Envy said Zeke had to make up a ruse. Pretend he's a prisoner. That won't last forever." 

Kire glanced at him. "This other power, though. This Touch. You mentioned it before. Envy can do it, too, I presume? How does it work? Communicating something, like pain, that's one thing. By 'compel', I assume you mean the Touch can give a Kartaian absolute control over your mind, so long as they are in contact with your skin?"