"What makes them go all limp like that?"
Vash poked curiously at the sizzling strips of onion. Rem glanced down.
"Hmm? Well, it's a chemical reaction, I suppose. The heat releases chemical bonds that make the onion rigid."
"So just heat does it?"
"A very hot heat, yes."
"Like this?" Knives grabbed a fresh onion from the pile, held it up. He concentrated, then smirked, satisfied. It fell limp in his hand.
Rem gasped. Vash stared. "How—"
Knives frowned. "I pulled the heat out of the air. Is it wrong?"
Rem didn't hear him. "Alchemy...their electricity is alchemy!"