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He really wanted a nap. And maybe a cold beer. Yeah. Maybe not in that order, but both would be good. Lazily looking at MuCephi Castor groaned trying to think. It was a literal buzz. A blur of hate induced battle lust. "Just the queen. I saw people scrambling, flailing, and then...she was pleased I think when she left. The power was just gone. I- I.." In the van, the driver grumbled how they would drop them off in the dark of the parking lot. The duo would have to find their way inside on their own.

Each bump and turn of the road got some kind of groan or grunt from Castor eyes fluttered on occasion and he fought his body's natural desire to pass out. "Mu, was what I did wrong?" His voice was like his thoughts, distant. "Did I ******** up?"

It did make him chuckle lightly. "I don't think she'd do that...She- No." He shook his head in an attempt to sort out his thoughts. All he could see was the past of them. His past with Linarite. With Tanzanite. With Wolfarmite, companion to the agent he'd help kill. The first time he'd been responsible for death. The memory of blood rushing down his hand as the agent lost his eye. The memory of killing someone with his attack. The laughter as he'd drunkenly scrawled his name onto a wall while a purple haired girl was trying to write her own. The feeling of warm soft lips, brushed against his own as he ran off, the image of her surprise drawing something from him that he'd never quite felt before.
Memories, fragments, jagged and sharp dug into his brain and Castor sighed. "I wonder what defines good anymore." The van was slowing, and the driver motioned to the door. They had arrived. "Thank you though. Hearing that I'm good-" There was a smile if but short and brief. "That helps. It helps a lot." Moving out, the driver didn't say anything as he took off, leaving the duo in the shadows, a block from the hospital. "For now Mu, Let's just go civ and get me to the ER. I want to take a nap." He smiled again. "I also want a beer but I think that'll have to wait."

The morality and ethics behind who could define justice would forever be a debate. Scholars hadn't come up with a solid answer for thousands of years, and Castor could feel the faint trickle of a time when he'd known another boy who would have given him a rather pointed lecture on such subjects. A friend who was on hold until they could define justice. Sands of time would need to change, just as the storm clouds of hail would have to move with the wind. Yet tonight the blood cried out to him and reached out, and he could only hold on as it flowed in his veins and poured from wounds. "I just wish I could save one of them at least." That was the end of it wasn't it? He wanted to save a life. And in saving a life, was that simple act not good?

The ripple and glow surrounded them for a moment, leaving two teens alone in the darkness. No eyes to watch them, no one to see where they'd come from. Pulling away from her, he tried his hardest to make sure the bloodstains wouldn't get onto her own clothes. So much for his costume anyways. "I always thought it was because they were to stupid to aim in the right places." He smiled best he could before shoving a thumb off. "Shove off Ume, Captain Cas er, Elzo-" He leaned against the col brick wall. "He's got to brave the ER alone. And I'll never give up." It was just across the street, and with the officer at the doors, he'd been seen inside one way or another. "No with so many pretty girls still needing to be saved! See you around."

Blood was blood, and it seemed in Elzo's mind, it was indeed, ticker then water.
Even if the water was frozen.