An epic test between a space elf and a Western homunculus cyborg will be settled by a question perhaps best known to lonely cowboys: does it matter if you talk to your gun? Some swear that if they don't call their shotgun "Martha," it won't fire, while others treat their phaser as a mere genocide tool. Rudy's already a pretty quiet fellow, but he's going to be downright mute once Rena's done with him. A few castings of Silence and even Crono will babble more. Now, will Rudy still find it in him to "perfectly synchronize" with the ARM to fulfill the technobabble requirements of it? Who knows! But Rena intends to find out, and Rudy's sluggish, middling offense gives her leeway. If he's reduced to knives, Rudy will be rather sad.