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It wasn't a boo, but the tranquility of the night was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a chaotic energy signature. To those not new to the game, the signature would have been muddled from the typical agent, touched by a darker kind of force that warped the signature slightly to feel different.

The half-youma was back in Destiny after assisting elsewhere. They had work to resume of course, not one for taking holidays, and wanted to pick back up on their familiar patrols. They had been making a point to rotate areas and had to be sure to scout and memorize key spots to telework up from the Negaverse.

Adjusting the lapels of their uniforms, they scratched one wolf-like ear and looked up with golden, glowing eyes at the sky. Nice weather. A small breeze. A bit humid. Probably would rain a little later.

Flexing it's claws, it felt out and turned to a signature very close by and headed in that direction.

It was hungry to collect some energy and made its way up to the roofs in search of the senshi.

The ears of the creature twitched as if straining to hear what noise had broken the general rustle of the city, and as they moved closer, not pausing to stop regardless of the enemy before them, their golden eyes glowed more and more.

It was then, finally, it paused. Standing, it squinted and then perked up again, and there was evidently a tail behind the creature moving quickly.

"Scylla?" Wolframite asked. "Is that you?"

The confirmation was enough for him, and as she assured her identity, he moved again. Quickly to get closer and become more clear to her just as he wanted to see her with his own eyes.

The name of his past self did cause him to slow down, but he continued his approach until she was more in few. A stone's throw away.

Standing there in a captain's uniform, Wolframite the half-youma looked back. While his features and height were much the same, even the human being very similar to what it was before aside from some minor color changes, he had some glaring differences.

Half-monsterous, he stared at her, smiling. "It's been a long time. I haven't seen you in ages. I'm glad my memory has kept in order to recognize you again."

Wolframite stared back at her and then at himself, remembering exactly how he looked now and back to her once more. "I made a commitment. I swore my life to the Negaverse in a oath to never leave them." He said, and to this he smiled.

"I was never suited for the other side. I should have never left, though I learned a lot about myself in turn. I have given up my pursuit for revenge and dropped that selfish spite for the purpose I original sought before. To protect those dear to me and follow in the goals of the Negaverse I swore to back when I was first recruited by Charonite." He took a breath, as if saying this once again confirmed things to him.

Sometimes he still had intrusive thoughts. Fear and anger and spite returning from their burrow inside his heart, but he worked each day against it.

"I also paid the price in my pursuit in capturing those of the Dark Moon Court before. I found no resolution, no peace, and lost my sight. In my plea for forgiveness, I asked to give my starseed over to that of a half-youma. I have been blessed to see again and return to service. My Queen has been kind in that."

"I know this probably isn't what you want to see and hear, but I want to assure you that I was not fit for the other side. I - don't fit in there. They are gross in their ideals and flimsy in their resolve. I had no faith in anyone there. Their leadership is nonexistent and their motivations are often half-hearted. More a mundane chore than a passion. I want to tell you I am happy, and also happy to see you." He said with a smile.

"Regardless of side, I still consider you a friend." And he closed the small distance between them to stand before her.

"I promise I won't bite." He joked.

His ears went flat at the question. "It upsets my stomach. Sadly." He missed it, a lot, but there were other desserts out in the universe and things that tried to mock it in some ways. Yet they would never be the same.

"There have been a few foods that don't sit right with me anymore. I suppose that's what happens when you mutate yourself. I've had to make a lot of adjustments learning how to navigate my changed body and just daily life back in the Negaverse. I already made plenty of sacrifices, and I didn't have much of a civilian life anyways. Not one that mattered. One that stuck. I burned too much down before. I don't much care to reclaim that now. I've been doing what I can back at the base." He said, not caring about talking freely about his progress and the Negaverse.

Scylla was different after all.

"And you? How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages?" He had noticed her expression changes as she looked at him, but he wasn't sure what to say about it.

"Are you disappointed?" He asked.

"I was not for for the knights. They need leadership but anyone who attempts to take on the mantle is shot down. Too many of them want freedom but then are bitter at the lack of results. They are muddled by the idea that they can come out of their war without blood on their hands. Many if them don't know why they are fighting and are putting their lives on the line for a cause they don't fully believe in or don't know the full scope. They n** and bite for want of power but are seperated in community by escaping to their own wonders. There is no family there. No support. Each agent is left to figure it out on their own. Of they don't wise up, I will take them. I will offer them all that the knights lack. Training. Mentors. Guidance. Protection. A belief in their betterment." He said with a mix of a threat to the knighthood at large and a sly greed.

"I also couldn't let my want for revenge leave me. I also destroyed my chance in things working out. My husband left because of my cruel selfishness and rage. My dishonesty to make that chance be different. I traded that happiness in my pursuit to find a end to my madness. And in that end I found a hollow truth. There was nothing to gain. At that point, I had no other life. Camelot has seen how far I could go. I killed. My bloodlust does not end with a signature and uniform change. I still want for bloodshed now. Even more as I am. My madness only fueled it more."

He smiled to her, softly. "I was never your responsibility. Do not blame yourself for how I stand now. I doubt much could have changed. I'm far from the boy I was. I gave years and my years to the war. I don't think I could settle like others can. At this point, it hurts to think of the time invested to now go in for a pound. I laid my bed and I can find comfort among the covers."

"And you made yours. Dedicated your planet to the cause then? I never understood how that all worked. But that is a step far from others. You've come a long way too."

"Despite what side we are on, I do consider you a friend. While my Queen comes first, I will help you where I can. Remember this. And of the time comes we should be against each other on the field, do not hesitate to do what is needed to win. Give me that respect."

"It does sadden me. I know even if I was to win and wish for you to join me, you would hold onto your beliefs to the bitter end. It is what I hate and respect about you. That you will never join my side and be valued for the full extent of your mind and prowess. It would kill me to know you died from anyone who did not treasure the achievement and gravity it was to take you from this world. I should only hope your starseed returns to the Cauldron so that I can fight you again in another time. Maybe on the same side of the world is merciful." It was a soft, sweet fantasy. One this life he had wouldn't ever know would happen.

The prodding didn't bother him as he lifted a arm for her to inspect. "Mutation in half-youma is strange. I am myself but a lot has been an adjustment. It took a while to touch and manuver with my claws. I tend to have different mannerisms too from my other side. Sometimes it speaks to me as myself or a entirely seperated entity in my mind. A manifestation of the other half of myself. I know it's me but it feels like another creature with its own opinions and beliefs." He shared and then tried not to look too pleased by the ear touching.

It was something intimate that he usually only let Laven enjoy. "Careful. They're - sensitive." He mumbled as he tried to meet her in the eye and failed.