Mary frowned as she started to catch up with what was going on here. This was like the tales she heard of what the Apple could do to a man. Make him see and hear things that were not necessarily the true. She glanced around, wondering if someone was still about and playing puppetmaster. It seemed only Ramza's brother's strings were the ones cut.

"Ramza. Listen carefully to me. What is it you think we're going to do?" She shifted her hand with the blade back, trying not to threaten him any more than she was. She took care not to mention his sister for fear of what he might hear instead.