[France inclines his head in both confirmation and understanding.]

This place appears to be built like it has a door that swings both ways, except one way includes a memory wipe like something out of science fiction.

[He smiles, a little lopsided although his eyes soften in fondness more than anything else.]

We were involved for a time while you were here. Along with Envy. In this, I was the door. Sans memory wipe and science fiction, of course.