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He had felt the Eternal clearly from some distance, and debated a long time with himself whether it was the sort of situation he wanted to get himself into that night. He didn't feel particularly in favor of a handful of bad injuries, or worse. The encounter with the Bull of Mars had done some deed for the fire teaching its own lessons. A captain should have at the very least their Youma with them to really approach a high rank than themselves.

Just the same, it seemed as much foolishness not to at least try to get sight confirmation on the bearer of that Eternal signature. If it was a senshi unknown to the database, it would be worth letting the InFos branch that they had some hunting to do. He made it to a cross walk,knowing that the signature was close. It hadn't been moving, and was practically overlapped over his own.

But it felt like it was getting closer? And Closer?
Only at the last moment it occurred to Titan- he was standing street level and many encounters with other order and chaos uniforms occurred on rooftop. He looked up with enough time to white and purple flailing, put out his arms and lead the catch- turning and giving with the impact to a crouch to try to lessen either of them being mangled.
"Ida??"

It is a funny kind of ambush.

Her sudden recoil of arms earned a quizzical look from the captain, let alone her use of his name like it was some sort or expletive. Or maybe like she was scolding? Scolding for startling her even though she was the one who had literally dropped in on him. "If I was going to hurt you, I shouldn't have caught you, Lady Ida."

Titan carefully stood from the crouch, not letting her down just yet as he looked her over for wounds. There were no other auras in the area, and she wasn't bloodied. No sudden youma or generals bearing down on them both and jealous he was in way of the kill. "Did you miss a jump? That is a long way to fall. "

How many reasons were there really for falling from a skyscraper.

"I don't think you would have been ok." The last words came suspect and disapproving as another option dawned, " you weren't being rash...?"

"I am not so good at thinking. But most who go about killing themselves don't spend so much time worrying what clothes they are wearing. " One she'd settled to tucking her skirts, strange markings aside, he carefully dipped the arm under her legs to let her feet down to the ground on tip-toe while holding her shoulders still and steady. Once her feet seemed secure and supporting her, he carefully moved the second arm away. "A fall might not kill you, but the wounds from it could after a few hours. You still bleed, Lady. "

It was no sort of good way to go for an enemy and supposed warrioress. They should all have the 'glory' of battle to attach to their epitaphs. Even if that glory was dubious in practice compared to song. His eyes were naturally drawn more to her marks than the flush, considering it with the same slow cadence that he did the information about balance. "Did you get some sort of space sickness? That isn't very usual. "

Or space tattoo? Space...something? He motioned with the question to the abnormality.

He wasn't sure how to parse the vast differences in so hurriedly pushing down skirts compared against too-bold attestations that she'd 'had worse' injuries. It came across too frivolous, desperate and hollow in act for what it lacked in presence in her tone of voice. It tasted of an attempt to prove strength with word against the reality of having plummeted off a building from just...
leaning over too far.

And she just kept fussing at her uniform, straightening it like it was really, really important that it be just so RIGHT THEN. Well, if she is nervous anyway, of course she is going to try to save face. We are enemies, and it isn't good for an enemy to find the c***k in armor. And she is a woman. Women have strange priorities. I don't know how she defines strength. Maybe where her ruffles are or how her collar looks is really important to her in how she thinks people will look at her as strong or weak. There's nothing to profit in gainsaying a noble who is uncertain. It would just make her even more defensive and probably offended.

Nobles will be as they will be, in most cases.

He listened to her explanation of exploits on her world, uncertain even further how planting a tree was going to convince the amorphous will or awareness of some planet that she needed...whatever it was the thing had done to her to make her glow or feel her home's energy more keenly. He wasn't sure what some place far away would care about oaths to protect Earth, either. Nor what he should make of it. Only the Throne of Earth can recgonize whether or not your oath to it matters, and you don't bear Queen Metallia's mark.

But it was reminiscent of the effects on Babylon, so it seemed like he may as well offer it, "You should talk to Babylon of Mercury. He glows, too, but he's not a scout. I don't think he planted any trees though. "

"I don't know very clearly what exactly happen, but he had two starseeds in him because he was carrying ...Mena....menn....his ...ancestor? Around. He was trying to get to some 'Cauldron'. He got there, I guess, but he still glows plenty. I met him with Mistral of Mercury...a bit back. He looked better more recently. The first time I saw him he didn't look well or very with it, though. "

The memory of the man's hand on him, the flush of energy chasing away the nausea and wracking fatigue of teleportation too far for his rank, was as vivid as the first moments of panic as the doors closed behind all of the invitees at the end of the City's Hunger Games Marathon. A handful of moments in the year and months since crystallized and stark in the otherwise haze of stupidity he'd been laden with for his lot in life. He tried to focus enough on this very conversation as well- it was information that seemed like something he should keep. Tell someone? He didn't know.

It was getting less and less clear how he felt about telling information either way- one betrayed his oath and the other that fulfilled it seed to betray good people. He wished all over again for the clearer guidance a present lord could have offered. "I...don't. Not that I can think of...just you and Babylon. Well, glowing like that."

He motioned slowly with an open palm at her arm. "Most senshi seem to have a little glow to them when light catches them right, but not actually make light themselves. I don't even know how many other officers have met Babylon or....Ganiy-whatsit...or yourself to have noticed that there's strangely glowing people now. Or whatever that means. Magic is strange. Have you talked to the Ganimusits person already about their glowing? You are sure it isn't some illness and you are all three going to start being unwell again? "

He wished again, not for the first or final time, that he had some way of double checking on Babylon to make sure the man was really-really alright.

If lies were ever hoped, by the leads of the Negaverse, to be part of Titan's arsenal then they'd have to rely on those by omission only. He was a terrible straight-up liar. He'd never been good at it as a child, hadn't liked it or found use for it or the gains from it, and had certainly not cultivated it. As it was, he didn't suspect that she might be weighing his words beyond what any noble might be expected to do when talking to one of his station.

Accordingly, when she explained more of her situation, and corrected him on the other senshi's name, he mostly kept his mouth shut. It will take a lot more than this one conversation to get that name through. How many letters is it even? Why can't it be simple, like 'Ida'? Why is she out patrolling if this is so new and she doesn't know so much about it either? No use advising her that she shouldn't be talking to any second persons not Babylon or Ganymusits. But she wouldn't have heard of Babylon, maybe?

Suggesting the sensation of a starseed's consumed energy, just sustained and less soul-consumey felt in bad taste again. Titan shifted to support one elbow in hand while the other hand pulled thoughtfully at his goatee. "I cannot gainsay say you; it is no station of mine to advise you. .. or really anyone. "

"But, ' He qualified, lifting hand from chin to look directly to her face, "As someone who has known you on the battlefield, it is no good to find you this worn. "

You would be less of a challenge this way to a General, and would bring little honor, health or hope to your planet if you died so simply.

"I'll keep an eye out for any others. If they know something. If we meet again, and it is not for blows, I'll try to remember to mention anything. If this is harmful to the Earth, it is better to find out early and see what can be done. " He nodded to her respectfully, genial excepting his mouth was a pressed line of uncertainty with the whole ordeal from start to finish. It was better than how the last words had gone, a boon of some unknown source and seeing her at that flame-riddled mission.

"No, none of us can." It wasn't a direct answer to her explanation of stopping, so much as a soft, self-conversant ruing. He could still feel that battle had glory, that the fight was honorable and the cause just. The problem was the tarnish and closing dark he saw around his very lord and those few he'd honestly met of his own side. Ladon was dear, but he was not well. Bischofite was...whatever he was from beginning to bleak and tar-blacked end on the other General's sword. Which was it's own disturbance. Or Buddy's laugh, which grew less and less genuine and more unhinged at the edges.
To stop completely was not in our powers. Only act.

His gaze shifted to her offered hand, and he took it carefully in his much larger paw. "Take care, Ida. If we meet to talk again, I will look forward to it. If in battle, I expect you'll be busy with Generals. But if with me, I will expect your best."

He let her hand go with no moves aggressive, nor any seeming inclination to such. Titan turned smartly on his heel and continued on his patrol, a little more wary of looking up.