It was definitely different. There was a well-established protocol for everything, now, not just the basics. There were no arguments about whether or not new members should be allowed. There wasn't even such a clean, sharp divide between founders and Neophytes anymore--half of each camp was dead, after all. And now that the kids were here, they constituted a third wave of membership, one that ostensibly put the first two in the same boat, so to speak. There was almost more in common between them, these days, than there was different, now that they had such a radically changed membership.

Xikkuyo didn't know anything about the politics; she logically couldn't have. But if nothing else, she still understood a little bit about the need to fight and defend herself. She still understood the concept of attacking the healer, first and foremost, even if the Shadows they fought weren't usually that smart..... Xikkuyo nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir. What do I need to do?" How did she even do it, for that matter? Without her Persona, she was..... she was just.....