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The young werefox was thoroughly enjoying himself as he followed along behind the mayhem. Sure, this amount of death was a little troublesome, but if you just took in the exquisite beauty of the splatter patterns of blood, everything was better. Because everything is beautiful. Everything... He sniffed as he heard the voice.

NO

At the scent of Madison Grey, Ty slammed himself against a wall, making himself as small as possible. Negativity. Ultimate negativity. Scent of copper, scent of smog, scent of smelting and death, scent of vomit and fæces, scent of sulfur... His eyes went wide with terror. It was wrong. It was wrong. It.. it hurt. He covered his ears, crouching over and trying not to hear, not to see, not to be, at all.
It didn't occur to him that it would not be at all against Madison's wishes, probably, that he cease to exist.
Someone grabbed his hand and dragged him up and away. The thought of his sister and her death, of the only other time he had felt anything even vaguely resembling this, crashed into his mind, and it went blank.

"...heading to the Xanadu gateway. Magus-General Joe..." Ty blinked, finding himself in a room with all the others. Cassandra looked hurt. How did he get here...? He didn't remember running, but no one was holding him up; he smelled no one else's scent on him. Must have been survival instinct overriding his human emotions and carrying him when his conscious mind couldn't handle the pressure. He was breathing easily, a little excited from the brisk hustle.

He had run as fast as he could, but not outdistanced the others. When Triton initiated his assault, he stood to the side and let things work themselves out. He was not smiling. He was not laughing. His eyes were nearly devoid, and what was there was a cold determination. Once back on the ship, he checked his equipment to make sure it was all still there, briefly sniffed the air to take stock of the situation, and shook himself like an animal. "...heading to the Xanadu gateway. Magus-General Joe..."

With everyone else, he went off to get cleaned up for the debriefing. He saw Cassandra and gave her a small smile and a wave. "Don't worry about the blood; you look fine. Blood washes out easily, anyway. So cheer up. We're alive, still." He directed that last at everyone in the vicinity. The voice still troubled him. It was sitting there, simmering in the back of his mind. He didn't know Madison Grey, but he could guess that that had been her. He shuddered just thinking about it. The stories about her... Even his parents had told him and his sister, and they rarely admitted to anything bad existing in the world. Or they had, anyway.

After a while, it slipped to the back of his head and Ty forgot about it, but while it was there, it was like a poison. The only antidote was a tourniquet, which he was an expert at applying.

Carlyle, still in shock, simply stood under the shower in his shared quarters. Nobody else arrived; he figured that meant his roommate was probably dead.

He stood there for twenty minutes, studying the patterns of the tile and trying not to think about the pile of bodies to be returned to their families in a sealed section of the cargo hold until he changed into his uniform and went out to the debriefing, where he sat at the back of the room and tried to pay attention.

"How long is it gonna take? And what's going to happen to Dremmeur?" Cassandra asked. It would be a shame if that sort of thing had ended up in 'detaining' and then death. That didn't solve anything. At least he was going to Joe...

"We'll arrive in a few hours, stay for two days, and get our next task," Camille said with a shrug. "As for Mr. Sai... he-"

"He will be unharmed, I'm rather sure. I can... convince Joe not to if he would do anything to Sai, which he wouldn't, but if he did... never mind," Rose "explained" to them.

"The angels will want him executed," Camille explained. "The Magus-General defies them fairly often, but even he needs their support to some extent."

The Xanadu-3 Shadow Portal was nestled beneath an enormous arch in the outskirts of Paris. The Triumph docked, being suspended in the air by enormous mechanical arms. The drop pod bay opened up and a ramp extended to a catwalk over the area for land vehicles.

"Everyone off," Camille called out. One by one, the Coven soldiers shuffled off of the ship. Camille, Rose, and CL_Triton escorted Dremmeur Sai.

"I shouldn't have agreed to give you to Joe," Rose bitterly muttered as they escorted him.

"Rose-"

"Shut up, Sai." Dremmeur's mouth opened for a moment, then sealed itself into a thin line.

Carlyle hung back with Isaac. "I figure the general won't be too harsh to him, right?" he whispered.