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Lacedaemon did not patrol for the sake of saving lives. He never had. To him, lives were expendable, and they were useful up until they no longer served their purposes. Tugging on one of his gloves, the man ignored the fluttering energies of chaos and order nearby. Fleeting things, power below his own, so to what purpose was their in stepping in? If the senshi lived, he could go and 'aid' them. If the youma lived well.

Live and let live.

It was just a short while later as he neared the park that the force of chaos was snuffed out like a candle, and the small power signature flickered to inform those near that justice and good and all those tired and cliche sayings of order had prevailed this night. Huffing at the fact, he realized that by now, they must have sensed him, and he would be possibly seen as callous to just turn and walk away without even seeing to assure of his peer's well being.

The click of steel plated footwear echoed on the cement and he briskly walked to the power, wanting to end it early.
Or rather had, until he noticed the colors and crest on the woman.
"My, had I know one of my own was the one facing danger I would have taken to arrive sooner." His saccharine smile was hidden in his eyes, the fact he was meeting yet another Castor knight like himself was a most fortuitous thing indeed.
"Do you fair well piccola?"

Lacedaemon’s smile broadened at her words.
“I fare well enough. But dear Gorner, you should be wary, there is always something dangerous lurking at night. It is the time when all truly nefarious things go stalking for prey.” He bowed to her, a long arm sweeping gesture before rising closing the distance between them in a few strides.
“Lacedaemon. It is a pleasure I assure you.”

His eyes focused on her face and then flickered to where he’d felt the youma earlier.
“I am correct in my assumption that you are one of the more combative of our ah-“ He searched for the correct word. “Pardon, I may be fluent in English but the word I seek no longer has an equivalent. What once was upon the world we served is no longer and the Knights are not the same. The closest I would call us is hoplites, but that fails to really define the bond shared. It is a curious thing but ultimately irrelevant I suppose.” His hand waved in the air, dismissing the topic.

“You are combative are you not? Not like myself then a more-“ His lifted his staff, “diplomat as it were. Tell me, do you know of many others like us? Knights of Castor? Or are knights simply more plentiful in general here?” He was curious. Already, he was encountering more than his fair share of his own. And perhaps, those he might find their prince lacking as he did.

“Hoplite was a term for infantry men in Greek armies. They were the common foot solider and came from all walks of life, but, we are more than that.” He neared her, reaching out once close enough to touch her arm.
“We are knights, of an order that swore to aid others and take up their banners. Yet there is a bond between us, deeper than blood, than land of birth.” Lacedaemon lifted his staff waving it in the air above him, a small shimmer of cool air left in it’s wake. He always had enjoyed a bit of theatrics to go with his narratives.
“Do you ever feel it? Inside you? That calling to another, to a purpose higher than simple fighting? It is our bond I like to think. That which binds us knights as one. A bond that runs even deeper between knights of like royals.”

He smiled as best he could. Charming and Italian, he stepped away from her. No sense in trying too hard now was there? Plus he hardly wanted to overwhelm her with his antics. Not yet at any rate.
“Hoplite is like that we are soldiers, of like kin and kind that face an enemy, but we are so much more than that dear Gorner. As for others- I knew they exist, but alas, in the land I rose to my glory, there were no others of my crest. The prince-“ He sucked in a breath, holding back a rush of loathing.
“-I knew the prince roamed for a time. Yet I never sought him out. He was a target and any seen with him typically did not live very long. My hope is that here is different. There are so many more here. So many possibilities.”

Lacedaemon wistfully looked behind them. They were well and truly alone, no other powers lingered near the duo.
“ It is a lonesome existence when you are the only one of your kind, your crest. Europe is unwelcoming of those not touched by Chaos.” Unless of course, like him, you bartered and traded in blood and power. But, that was anywhere really. He had just found a more magical form of such business.

Lacedaemon looked at the younger castor knight and smiled. It was genuine and almost warm.
“You should go. It is.. nice. Castor is perhaps colder than most places, but it is lovely. Much like Iceland. It can be brutal, but it holds a certain beauty that is it’s own. It is a safe place.” He might loath the royal, but the world was lovely. Perfect for a quick esc ape from the tedium that was life on earth.

“As for the opposite, Europe? It is cruel. You must be fierce and cunning. The weak are killed quickly once found, and the threat of chaos is unnaturally high. Not because there are so many, but because there are so few knights, and fewer senshi. No cats, almost none of true knight rank- The agents there have control and use it to their advantage. I survived by being smarter than my foes.” For selling out his allies, and for offering agents of chaos more than a quick starseed.
Money could buy anything, even one’s life.

Ice blue eyes looked down at the page, and Lacedaemon heard her worry, her uncertainty.
“You do not allow fear to control you. Strength comes in many form, but without the intelligence to support it, you might as well not bother. I find it better here. It is easier to go about, and to be able to simply be near my fellow knights as we are right now-“ He winked at her, “now that is a true pleasure.”

“I plan to stay for a time, I did so wish to meet our prince, but I might stay longer. I had not anticipated meeting other castor knights. Nor, so many in general. A change in scenery would be welcome… my only concern is if the other knights and senshi here would welcome me. I am a bit of an outsider as it were.” He wondered if he could get this one to perhaps enter into a vow with him, to offer succor. Having a few knights and senshi oath bound could hardly hurt.