[Once again, the conversation seems to put the boy vaguely ill at ease. He shifts his weight to one foot and glances away, watching this layer's Envy-soaked Spectres mill by.]

It's a problem for everyone, huh. All these brainless zombie ghosts should be moving on down?

[He tucks his chin lower, still avoiding eye contact.]

Guess it'd suck mildly to be stuck macking on someone forever who isn't even that hot. Don't get the feeling fighting's, like, one hundred percent my bag, though. Those abilities this Rei girl gives you, you have to use them?