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Lieutenant Aquamarine was in a pissy mood.

Not because he had to interrogate prisoners. He liked that part. It made him feel strong and capable and superior to the Senshi—which he was, of course, being an agent of Chaos. He didn't have to have anything personally against them to want to be better than them.

It was that Jet was swinging back and forth between hot and cold. One minute Jet would be snapping at him for something completely stupid, and the next he'd be ignoring Aquamarine entirely. The ignorance was typical and the snapping was not, though Aquamarine would prefer the latter option over the former.

It probably had something to do with the fact that he'd taken credit for Jet's capture of that Eternal Senshi. Ah well, Jet would get over it at some point. In any case, Aquamarine was letting him tag along on an interrogation in an attempt to put him in a batter mood.

“I'll even let you do most of the work,” he offered, opening the door onto their intended prisoner.

It was the pitiful little Senshi he'd taken down on his own.

Light from the hallway filtered into the otherwise dimly lit room causing the young senshi to stir. Roused awake by by an uncomfortably bright flame red color from behind closed lids and the sound of voices bickering, Acrucis’ head throbbed like something fierce. It was as if she had pulled multiple allnighters in a row for school just to be woken two hours after falling asleep.

Sleep… was that what she had been doing? Or was it that she was still doing so now?

Dark lashes parted slightly revealing deep blue eyes devoid of that spark of life she had when fighting the lieutenant; the desire to get away and unwillingness to back down. Her gaze instead remained fixated on an arbitrary point someplace past the door in front of her as a shadow passed over her. Boots clicked louder in her ears with her face resting against the cold hard ground while her guest circled her like a predator taking stock of it’s prey.

The words he spoke were unclear and so she remained still. Defiance in the face of certain death, but in truth she was far less coherent than she would have been had she not have hit her head twice consecutively before blacking out.

Aquamarine was lucky Jet didn’t see him. He was already angry enough as it was, he didn’t need the lieutenant he thought was supposed to be his friend being a little brat behind his back. And knocking him out for no damn reason.

“Who are you and why did you come to Earth?” he started after Aquamarine’s comment, continuing to circle her once he was satisfied her that her hands were bound. “Why do you fight? What purpose could you possibly have?”

“What a pretty speech,” Aquamarine observed dryly.

He looked bored. Was he bored? A little. But only because he was standing back and letting Jet do all the work. Not that Jet had done anything yet. If Aquamarine had been the one in charge of this interrogation, he'd've opened with a nice smack across the face.

It was a total power trip, having these Senshi and Knights at his mercy, being able to pummel foes he would have struggled against had they not been so weak and weary. Aquamarine rather liked the feeling he got from it. There was a certain sense of satisfaction that came with knowing he had all the power over an enemy.

Where that had come from, he had no idea. Perhaps it had always been there and the Negaverse had simply brought it out in him.

“'All I ever wanted to do was help people,'” he mocked her, chuckling to himself quietly. “You're not helping anyone with your answers so far, least of all yourself. Tell us something worth the effort it took to bring you in and maybe we'll be nice and spare you some of the pain the others have had to go through.”

The repeated blow to her abdomen was enough to force the air from her lungs for what felt like more than several minutes as she struggled to draw in a breath of air. Having been kneeling before the two lieutenants, the first kick was enough to send her backwards, something she was ill prepared for given how the dark room still spun and how much concentration it was taking to remain upright. To land on bound arms and steel chains the way she did, if it were possible she would have cried out in pain as the rough concrete scraped against her bare arms and head once more hit the solid ground.

Her heartbeat was loud in the otherwise silent room as the Senshi of Prayer struggled to roll over onto her side only to be kicked once more by the same individual. Unable to bring her arms up to block the impending blow all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut in anticipation and pray he hesitated or chose not to kick her again. It was, however, a prayer left to be unanswered.

She had felt pain before, but not like this. Deep aches in her bones and joints from undergoing treatments at the hospital and the nauseous feeling she got from various medicines paled in comparison to what she felt right now.

Tears welled up in her tightly squeezed eyes from both panic and injury only to slide down her pale face to the concrete floor to which her head rested upon. “Acrucis” she finally managed to whisper once she was able to draw in a small amount of air. “M-m-my name” she exhaled and inhaled several times to try to syme the sobs long enough to answer their question then continued “My n-name is Acrucis.”

Bile rose in the back of her throat burning her esophagus causing her to cough uncontrollably forcing her stomach to tense when all she wanted to do was give into the blackness that colored the edges of her vision. Oh how she would have begged for unconsciousness to take her away if only it would mean they would leave her be.

Laying on the ground in the fetal position, the Senshi of Prayer had not the strength to sit up again. Still struggling for air, unable to draw in a deep breath without making her lower ribs scream in protest, Acrucis let out a whimper; oh what she’d do to have her hands unbound so she could try to make this pain go away.

It was hard enough as it was to pay attention to what the two were saying with her head throbbing and the sharp stabbing sensation behind her right eye; results from slamming her head on the ground and then being hit in nearly the same spot. Some of what they said seemed slurred in their sarcastically bitter tone making it difficult to discern what exactly they were asking.

Broken pieces of what he said came through clearly, the rest a mumbled sound overshadowed by her coughing. ‘You used them… behind a man… your magic do.’ After blinking several times trying to piece together what he might be asking, not wanting to be kicked again… lord she did not want to be kicked again, Acrucis realized that the man who stood furthest away was the same one she had encountered at the masquerade… the one she kicked.

“Healing… I was healing myself.” Or trying to at least till he knocked her out.

Aquamarine mirrored Jet's snort. He followed this with a low chuckle, both amused and derisive.

“Didn't do you much good in the end, did it?” he said.

He stood back and watched as Jet worked the Senshi over. He didn't care to have anything to do with this one. He preferred bigger prey, the sort he could beat down to size. This one was practically insignificant by comparison.

“In other words, you're useless,” Aquamarine continued. “And selfish to boot. Healing yourself instead of saving your strength for one of your allies. You might have been able to save one of them if you'd run when you had the chance. Instead you stuck around and wasted time healing yourself. You thought hiding behind someone else was going to save you. What a little coward you are. Useless, selfish, cowardly. What good are you at being a Senshi?”

As Jet stood over her, his foot pressed against her throat, something shifted in his eyes as she spoke. A small realization maybe, or perhaps a spark of anger, he wasn’t sure himself. But the fact that this senshi seemed to have seen what happened changed something in him.

Perhaps it was a show of his youth and immaturity, but Jet slowly removed his foot and turned to face Aquamarine. All of his pent up anger and embarrassment went into a heavy right hook at Aquamarine’s face. He shook off his hand and turned back at that point, kicking the woman once more in the side.

“Don’t speak of things you know nothing about,” he hissed, his actions obviously a stark contrast to his words. Though he didn’t want their motives questioned as a whole, his business with Aquamarine was his. “Answer my question. Who were you looking for? Another senshi? A knight? A Negaverse officer?” he wondered his eyes sparkling once more.