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“But how did he get there…” he countered. “As best I can tell… the only door is…this.” He waved his hand to encompass the massive and ominous structure.
“There the whole time… doesn’t fit the history of the place, if you find the whole story, I would love to know.” He didn’t pause, no lingering to watch the door that seemed to watch in turn.

He led her onward into the hall of shadows, the reaching hands and watching eyes of so many lost. So many gone before and all their hate. “If you must ever travel with a senshi…stay close to them here. They…” He swept his hand to encompass them. “Will pull them into the walls.”

“Speak to the moon princess…” He said coldly before he went on to explain the details, the history and the pain that was locked forever into these walls. “One day… I would rather like to bring some of the BMC here, to press them to that wall and walk away…” He confessed, turning a cool gaze to meet her deep brown gaze. “I rather think it would be fitting, don’t you? If nothing else… I’d really like to see what happened to them… would the torment be eternal or would the shadows pull them into pieces and return craving more…poor souls.”

He sounded almost wistful at the end, an ache of understanding somehow before he turned and continued down, and down into the dark. “

When he next paused, it was where Tanzanite had moments before pointing him towards the window that marked The War room. The view was nothing short of spectacular, the mottled angry sky with it’s strange floating stones that soared high over the once great citadel and every trace of the great tragedy that had gone before.

He explained it in great detail, every scrap of information that he could remember Tanzanite regaling them with as he ushered her forward. He included what he knew of the Youma, what he had seen happen with Ilmenite.

He glanced at her, eyes glittering in a sort of dark amusement. "...That is a very personal question Captain." A pause as he tipped his head curious. “Have you?” He turned it around on her, watching her gaze rake over the crystalline structures that twisted ‘skyward’. “I wonder what would suit you, what would answer… they can kill you down here you realize.” He said half a reminder and half a warning.

“Well…we might stay and wait for it if you’re interested.” He watched her face as he said the words. He was curious to see what she would do with that offer. “Or we may move on for now and wait for it and all its friends to find us…later.”

“You’ll find a Youma sooner or later Captain, I do hope it’s a… strong one. I want my team to be…safe.”

“We may absolutely wait.” He nodded glancing around curious to see if he could see something, anything that might be watching the young Captain.

In reply to her question he nodded though, a slow sage nod, though not apprehensive. “She did, and you are correct. I am in the process of setting the room to rights, it’s been long neglected and abused but it has more than enough room for me to more efficiently organize all the information that we have gathered in regards to senshi. It’s there I hope we can plant the seeds that will grow at last into a decisive victory for us.”

He nodded and gave her a rare almost warm smile; the icy blue of his eyes muted it. Somehow they were always distant, chasing after thoughts and problems he would reveal only as he saw fit. “Thank you captain,” he said with a small nod. “I think the Dark Kingdom will always need people with your skills, far more perhaps than they need anything else. You have a skill; talents that I realize you were at war with, that I think you have begun to accept. Never loose yourself to it utterly though, that’s my advice.”

He spoke as though he knew, though the fact he held a distain for dipping his hands into a fight unless he had to must be well known. He preferred to work from a distance and keep from taking damage himself, better yet he preferred to send in people far better suited to an individual task. But he was from the older school of the Dark Kingdom; he had done more than his share of killing in his time.

He took her then to see the war room, it’s great doors scared by monsters, Youma who had sought to obliterate any sign of the ‘Princes’ whom had once used these chambers. Papers were already strewn over the surface of a great table that seemed peppered with stars. Something, some Youma or two peered down at them from the shadowy corners of the ceiling, offering low growls but little more before vanishing from what little view of them had been afforded.

He shifted the papers with a hand and glanced up at her. “Each one of these sheets once pinned to a bulletin board. The walls here will I think be safer, one day perhaps we will do better still. “ He sounded almost wistful as he showed her a pair of pages, one a mess of strange jots and figures and letters that made no sense as a word. “Encryption of a sort in case they fell into the wrong hands before they made it this far. Harder to crack because it’s not a translated or letter flipped chain, or that’s the premise.

He shifted then looking at her considering. “…I’m given to understand you speak just a little of your,” He hesitated for fear of offending. “Native tongue.”

He had some goal for this thought, the weight of it hung there on the end of his last word, ponderous and thoughtful. It was clear though, that as easy as he made the thought sound, as casual as the intonations he had considered this for no small amount of time before he asked.

“I wondered if we might put it to some use here…” He murmured. “If they can’t understand what we are saying by way of commands to our officers, then they can’t act in anticipation of those orders.” He tilted his head slightly.
“I thought you might put it to a trail use, you are a Captain now after all.” He crooked the hint of a smile. “Make a list of orders, use them yourself for your own team, or give them to someone else to try the same. Tell me what you think…” he said and flashed her a a grin that was positively predatory.