"Sure, there’s that," Carlotta said, shaking her tousled head. "But they got Louison, the Prime Minister. He can raise up his Optimals. He can call ’em out, Laura—his Personas, understand? They walk around in broad daylight, while he never leaves that old fort. I’ve seen ’em ... walkin’ the streets of the capital ... little old men." Carlotta shivered.