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It was an interesting prospect - visiting somewhere out in space. Somewhere that was his. It hadn't been mentioned before and it was something Carnelian wanted now to discuss with his darling Euclase. They were, indeed, named for minerals - not for planets and stars like Grus was. Grus, he knew, was a constellation. But what would he and Euclase be if they were not at they were now?

Such traitorous thoughts and the worry on the redhead's face was plain.

"Corruption..." he whispered, turning away from her for a moment to gaze upward at the sea of stars. "They always call it that. You, the Negaverse officers. Even I call it that and never thought much about it, why it's called that. Why don't the Negaverse officers call you corrupted, if you aren't as you are meant to be? They seem to think you should be like I am, and yet..." The young man shook his head. This was all very worrisome and no doubt traitorous. He knew he couldn't win against Grus and if anyone asked, that would be his reason for not attacking her.

But now she was making him wonder things he'd never wondered before and that was making him very anxious.

The young man turned about and regarded her with a look that spoke volumes about the pain he'd endured. Carnelian was the senshi of pain. Euclase was the senshi of suffering. They went hand-in-hand just as their spheres did. He would follow her to the ends of the Earth and back again, all the way to death's door without batting an eyelash.

But would she follow him?

Carnelian had one hand over his chest, over the hole that tore through his chest and into his very soul. Within swirled his starseed long since gone dark. The corrupted senshi turned to face Grus and removed his hand, displaying that jewel deep within his chest. It was likely a bright, shining red at some point. Maybe sometime long ago but now? Now it was a very, very deep and rusted red, near black with pain and dust and chaos. "It's... not black, but very close to it." Like dried blood. Like death.

Carnelian looked morose.

The dynamic between the two of them was strange and beautiful - opposite sides but the same colors. No doubt the same hopes and dreams. Both possessed family and friends, a job, hobbies. At their most mundane they were all human in some fashion, but deep down, the forces of Chaos and Order had forced the two to different sides of the battlefield. One in white, one in black. If he was like she or she like he, would they be allies? Friends? Would they have worked together?

"If... corruption is right, then why... why is it so painful?" he asked aloud, rhetorically. Surely there was a reason. The right path wasn't always the easy one. What would Euclase say? What would she say if she knew? Would she chastise him? Would she be angry that he'd even considered the idea that maybe, just maybe, joining forces with the Negaverse wasn't the right decision? "If this is the right path, then why aren't there more of us? Why are there so few?"

And why didn't many in the Negaverse trust the corrupted? Carnelian had no idea.

Turned away from Grus, the senshi in black looked almost... ashamed. Grus' explanation of still being able to call upon one's sphere as being a blessing fell on deaf ears. The young man's shoulders slumped and he looked utterly exhausted. "I... I should go." came with quiet admission. He started taking a few steps away and turned back to her, looking over his shoulder. "Thank you, Grus." was all he said before he started to make his way back home. He had much to discuss with Euclase.