Firo relaxes slightly when Maiza moves on. He'll try and forget about Lebreau for now, maybe forever. It's not like the guy can hurt anyone now; he was eaten.

"A one-handed alchemist... Sounds like somethin' out of a story." He doesn't say it to be dismissive, but to express his wonder. Having grown up borrowing books about fantasy and adventure from his friends, he can't help but make the comparison. His introduction into the world of alchemy was rather hurried, and even with the memories of so many alchemists, some aspects of it are still fresh to him.