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Paris might not have been a senshi, but he was aware that cats were important. In fact, he was pretty sure they ranked high up on the importance scale as well, one didn't see a magical cat every day and they certainly didn't talk in every iteration. Cats were cats after all. So when a cat that had a feeling that he likened to those powered, Paris assumed this cat was one of those magic cats, and thus, he should probably make sure it didn't need his help.

Or that it was okay.
Which was hard to guess given it had just run into the grave yard he was occupying in an attempt to pretend he was out on patrol and not you know, avoiding responsibilities.
Creeping out from behind a tomb, Paris watched the cat for a moment and figuring he should probably say hello-
"Hello."
He said hello.

When the cat jumped, Paris jumped, not expecting to have spooked her as he did. Now he just felt bad. "Sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." Crouching down to be better at eye level, (as it was, it probably was painful for the cats to have to look up at everything all the time), Paris held out a hand. Maybe they wanted to sniff like normal cats? Shake...paws? He didn't know. He wasn't a senshi after all.

"I just noticed you and well... I don't talk to cats much. I mean, talking cats not you know, normal cats. But people talk to them too they just can't talk back oh sorry...." He trailed off. "...I'm rambling aren't I?"

"I'm Paris by the way. I just.. wanted to say hello I guess."

The truth was, Paris hardly talked to anyone at all. Cats just less than others. After all, what point was there to seek out a cat when you had a code, (even if his code was stupid and he didn't want to talk to it like...ever.).

"I-" She did have a point. He was rather odd being in a graveyard of course. But how did you explain that it was peaceful, that it was nice. No one around meant no one to bother, no one to watch to make sure they'd not be attacked. No one to worry about saving and no youma to be trying to kill.
"Well..." How did you explain you were in a graveyard to avoid doing your job?

"I like it. It reminds me of my wonder." Which was true. It was nice. And it did remind him of his wonder. Abet, in a creepy way. It lacked the poison tunnels though. He was glad it lacked in the poison air.
"It's a nice place to come and think. No one can bother me here. What about you? I mean, cats don't really have a reason to visit dead people."

Paris frowned, going a bit pale as well.
“It’s, “ he hesitated, “catacombs. My wonder is a grave for those who passed. It’s made from their bones and in underground. Not bad just very.. lonely I guess.” He didn’t want to mention how it was also half filled with toxic gasses but that was for another time. Maybe, if there was another time.
He didn’t like to dwell too much on his wonder, it was old and full of sadness and melancholy. Perhaps just so, what memories he had were somber ones, filled with rituals and paltry blessings over bodies that would be buried, making the foundations for a city of corpses.

Reaching out, he stroked Katya’s fur, smiling despite his apprehension. “Sorry, you had to deal with a youma. If it folloed you here well, I know you’re chaos and all, but I’d rather you not die.” He muttered under his breath, “I’d rather no one die if I’m being honest.”

He was curious though. “I thought Youma were monsters you made? Are they really from that long ago?” He had to admit, “If they are… it must really be terrible to live that long only to die when we hit them with a baseball bat or something.”

Paris shrugged. his wonder was a place of death, he hardly wanted living things there. It would have made it even creepier if he was honest with himself.
"I don't... dislike my wonder. But it's not for the living. To live on at any rate. The death do not care for that of the living. Such places are for our comfort, not their own." The cemetery was an example of this. The dead would not rise, and no real use of the land. Only their family and kin paid and maintained such.


"Thank you though. I just get by. It's not.. pleasant to fight or hurt others. This war is rather needless." Smiling as she gave his hand attention he returned it in kind in the form of light scratches to behind her ears.
"I didn't know about the youma though. Makes sense they'd come back. Still... can't imagine it's kind. To die then be revived over and over."

Being among the negaverse sounded complicated. But then, if he really explained knights, it was just as complicated if not more so. The youma though- it wasn't just sad, it was tragic and twisted and so... wrong. Paris knew that in war, morals got blurred but to go so far as to revive the dead, force them to do the same thing over and over- no wonder the youma were mad. Any being would be mad if that was their fate.

Her question had him hesitate. Did he like his wonder? "I... guess?" It was not a good answer.

"I like the way it lights up with the scones, the shadows that get cast from the structures- its beautiful in this sort of... macabre way that shouldn't exist yet it does. Then there is the lake- its black, the water itself i mean, It's black from carbon and yet if you drink it, it tastes like.. like warm milk. Unreal- yet it is. And the remains- there are things that lived their once, massive and terrifying but now are just bones. It's almost serene to look at them- how they make these natural monuments to themselves." He sighed, because no matter the otherworldly beauty, it wasn't good. It wasn't bad, but most certainly not good.

"But it's not good you know? There is something about it that just... should be. As for being me. I mean, Paris. I.... question that a lot to be honest."