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On a nearby dumpster, Chrysotile sat curled up in the shadows. He knew full well that any Order or Chaos aligned person would be able to sense where he was; it just felt safer hiding in the dark. He waited, as he had been for a number of nights, for the squire who had once been a Negaverse agent to return with his friend, the one who could help further explain purification and possibly provide a place to stay once he was freed from the Negaverse's influence.

What would it be like, to be free? He understood some things would be forgotten forever, but he was so fearful of losing the memory of his mother and little sister. He'd have a new name, a new identity; would they remember him? More importantly, would Quartz remember him? He prayed the answer to that latter was no.

The faint tickling of an Order aura ran up the back of Chrysotile's neck, and the lieutenant started from his reverie. Slipping off the top of the dumpster, he flattened himself against the brick wall abutting it, narrowing his eyes and summoning his all-but-useless afghan from Negaspace.

"I know you're there," he called out. May as well start the proceedings, if it wasn't Manheimr and his friend.

So Manheimr had come. And he had brought someone who might be able to help, just as he had promised he would. Slowly Chrysotile emerged from the shadows, dragging his afghan along the ground. Next to Manheimr he saw a female senshi, a super by the look of her uniform or fuku or whatever they called it. Manheimr looked relaxed, but the senshi looked like she was ready to fight if need be. He didn't blame her -- for all she knew, this was a trap.

To reassure her, the tall lieutenant dismissed his afghan and held his hands out, open and empty. "I'm weaponless," he announced, then chuckled. "You saw what my so-called weapon was -- I'm weaponless even when I have it on me."

He lowered his hands. "I… spoke to this lady, Hvergl- Hver-something. Lady in white, she's a knight I think, like you, Manheimr, sits on a bench in the Theater district. The one with the tattoo seal that says she won't hurt people like me. She gave me a little more insight on things. And I've thought a lot about it." Chrysotile looked the female senshi in the eye. "I want to do this. For sure. No more doubt in my mind, no more fear. I'm willing to do what it takes to purifiy."

Chrysotile offered up a weary half-smile as Denebola spoke and slowly took her hand, giving it a small shake. He glanced over at Manheimr, who looked more relieved than anything -- as well he should, after all, he'd orchestrated this meeting cold, without knowing what was going to happen. But he'd lived up to his end of the deal, and that was frankly more than the Negaverse officer could have hoped for.

He'd have to make a note to remember Manheimr later. He'd have to make a lot of notes to himself, it seemed.

"I'm serious about purifying, but I'm-- I'm not ready yet." He released Denebola's hand. "I have a lot of loose ends to tie up. My family… I have to come up with a reasonable excuse for not being around any more. They'll be worried otherwise, and I don't want that. And I have to write down things to remember after I… after it's all over." He shook his head at her offer to contact a Royal or whoever Cosmos was. "No, Hver-whatever is going to make arrangements with Royal Knight Camelot to do it. I'm set in that department, it seems. It's just… I don't know what I'm going to forget, and I need to make sure I can remind myself of the important things."

Chrysotile listened to the super senshi's offer of a place to stay with some surprise. She was that willing to trust him, believe in him, that she'd offer up her home to a stranger whose memories were damaged by the process of purification? He also had no idea that she had done the same thing for Manheimr when he'd gone through it himself. "I… I don't know what to say. I really and truly appreciate that, Denebola. I have a feeling I'm gonna need all the help I can get."

Community. Chrysotile had never felt a sense of community in the Negaverse; he had always felt like an outsider, like he wasn't welcome among the forces of Chaos. Hell, even his superior officer acted like he didn't want him around. He glanced over at Manheimr, who seemed lost in thought. Perhaps the squire was recalling his own purification, however much of it he could remember.

"Thank you," he smiled at the senshi. "I really mean that." It was difficult for him to admit that he needed help, even under these circumstances. And yet here Denebola was, offering him a place to stay along with that sense of community, of being on a team, that he had lacked as a Negaverse agent. "If I wrote down things to remember… y'know, once it's over, would you be willing to hold onto it for me? And of course I'd like for both you and Manheimr to be there."

Chrysotile thought about Hvergelmir; he'd like her there too, since she was setting up the whole thing with Camelot. He'd have to let her know once she made the arrangements. And he'd have to make the notes and things to hand off to Denebola, if she was willing. So much to do… But it would be worth it in the end.

"Don't worry, I plan on writing everything down," Chrysotile said to Manheimr with a grin. At the same time a small ache flared up in his soul. What if he forgot his family? He didn't give three shits if he forgot his life as a Negaverse agent. If he came out of the purification unable to recall his civilian life, he'd at least want to have notes about his mother and younger sister. He was doing this for them as much as for himself. Still, he should probably list a few important Negaverse things too, like information on his father General Ruizite, and probably Quartz and Schorl. The more information, the better to protect himself from the people who would become his enemies.

Turning to Denebola again, he nodded his head in gratitude. "I'll start on a notebook of things to remember when I get home. And thank you both for everything you're doing. I don't know how much danger it puts you in, but I really and truly appreciate it. I'll repay you somehow, I promise."

Speaking of danger.... Chrysotile glanced over his shoulder. What if he was being watched right now? He didn't want to leave the presence of the two who had offered to help him, but if he didn't at least try to get his quota in for the night there would be questions. "Look, I should get back to pretending to be a good Negaverse officer. I…" He looked between Denebola and Manheimr. "Thanks. Thank you so much."