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Dallol nodded a few times at Benitoite's response to her question, sending her ladle back to where it came from before shaking her head to indicate that it was fine with her that the General had not an answer or explanation to the anomaly that some of the Knights were currently facing with their weapons. It wasn't as if she was anticipating an explanation from him, given that she was of the opinion that the Negaverse was unlikely to be involved though it was still worth a shot asking in any case.

When he next shared with her how he would have handled the situation had he been in Tsui's place, she found herself starting to lament somewhat at how things might be vastly different from what she had to go through now if the Negaverse instead of the Knights had gotten to her first. But then again, she supposed that she might not even willingly join either faction for that matter then since she was already busy enough with both her academics and soccer as it was.

As Benitoite began to relate his account from how Negaverse agents were initiated from regular civilians right up to the events leading to how Bazzite was turned into a youma, the Uranus Page instantly felt her blood turn cold at the images that came to her mind based on his descriptions of the process. Camelot and Valhalla. The both of them were more or less spot on on the origins of the youmas all along. All of a sudden. the idea of joining the Negaverse through the process of corruption wasn't such a simple and attractive option to her anymore.

"... I have no wish of possibly becoming a youma in the corruption process Benitoite and I thank you... for entrusting me with the truth. My... apologies with regards to what happened to your Captain as a result of this incident." She turned to look briefly over at Buddingtonite, a small smile on her face at how earnest he was in trying his utmost to see if there was any way at all that they could make this work. It made her wonder how he would react if she told him right here and now that she was starting to get second thoughts with regards to following through with this, the gravity of the decision that she had been so intent on making awhile ago now a heavy weight on her mind.

There was still one question that remained however. "One more question if I may though. Is it true that those who are corrupted like... Avalon, a previous Knight, run the risk of losing their own memories..?"

Deep down in the Rift, Bazzite was sleeping.

It was a dreamless sleep, for youma did not dream. They didn't fantasize, they didn't imagine, they didn't hope or pray or wish for anything. They lived in the moment and did not pay much heed to the past or the future. Some did not have mind enough at all to even think and those youma ran entirely on instinct, blood, pain. Bazzite was not one of those youma. Sometimes he thought he missed dreams but often he thought of a dreamless sleep as a sort of mercy. If he dreamed, he may dream of the life he once had. A life he could never have back. He could never again be a boy just learning about adulthood, he would never graduate from school. He would never cuddle up on the couch with a blanket, popcorn and a good movie. He'd never learn to drive. He'd never date. He could never live again the way he thought he would growing up. But those were very distant thoughts now, for youma lived in the present.

And in the blink of an eye, the beat of adark heart, ears perked in the silence and deathly stillness of the Rift. Bazzite's bright, almost piercing blue eyes shot open and focused, searching for that call. He knew that call. His General was inviting him topside. A wordless, toothy grin spread quickly across the youma's face, gossamer wings spreading in a kind of joy only those with flight could understand. Freedom was calling to him and his soul be damned if he would ignore it.

Dark energy ripped through the barrier that separated the world from the darkness and Bazzite was sucked through it in an instant, all at once feeling and breathing the freshness of the air only the Earth could provide. In his warped vision he could see a smeared oil painting of Benitoite becoming clearer and clearer still. Soon he could smell concrete and night air, cologne and linen. Soon, towering clawed feet touching solid ground and the youma stood to his full height proudly next to his General.

"Beni," came a gentle, though distinctly metallic tone. "you called? What can I do for you...?"

Sniffing the air, Bazzite had been called to Benitoite's side but he had not turned to see who else bore the signatures to his left. One Chaos, one... not. Turning his head, the youma caught sight of someone who looked positively delicious. The curled blue hair of a Page caught his eyes. "Beni, who are they?"

"The Moon Queen did that? ... but why? How then did the Negaverse come about eventually Benitoite?" Dallol for one had never been a fan of History lessons for lack of understanding of why she should bother herself with things long over and done with in the past that she had neither control nor ability to influence the effects of in the present itself. She was now starting to see why she should at least try to make a conscientious effort in giving a hoot to how things like the youmas and the various factions came about.

It was eerie as to how bits and pieces of information that she had acquired prior were slipping into their rightful place now that she came to learn of all this. Why certain individuals said the things they had told her during her previous conversations with them and that inevitably led to more questions for which she was thankful that Benitoite was apparently willing to take on to the best of his knowledge and abilities. "I was told that there is no known way to reverse the process when someone has turned into a youma. Why is it that you still condone their existence and allow those of the past who are already lost to us to continue to live and prey on those living in the present?"

It was a question that came naturally to her given the Negaverse's association with the youmas to begin with, though it was probably one that would greatly test the General's patience should one take into account what he had just recently related to both Buddingtonite and Dallol with regards to the disaster surrounding Bazzite's 'promotion'. But that wasn't about to stop the Uranus Page from asking whatever came to her mind now that an opportunity presented itself to her like this. "Should I choose to seek an audience with one of your General Kings or Queens, how should I go about it then? Will I be harmed or forcibly corrupted should I change my mind in the end because of the memory wipe possibility?"

The possibility of her losing herself, her friends and family was and still is the most important thing that was holding her back from going out there to seek out the nearest General King/Queen right now. Aside of her terribly bruised up back that felt as if her spine had shattered into a million pieces whenever she so much as moved to shift her weight from one foot to the other. She definitely wasn't going anywhere on her own for a bit. Not with the current state her body was in.

She wasn't really sure what to make of Bazzite's presence when he seemingly appeared out of nowhere to stand next to Benitoite. He looked human, only that he wasn't from the dissimilar energy aura that he gave off on top of the unnatural skin colour among many other things that Dallol could make an entire list of if she wanted to. She felt her blood run cold the moment the humanoid youma spoke, suddenly immensely grateful that Buddingtonite had already moved to put himself between the both of them when she caught the look reflected within those impossibly blue eyes when they glanced her way.

Placing a hand on the redhead Lieutenant's back both to support herself for a bit as well as express her gratitude for his presence, she slid her gaze from Bazzite to Benitoite, a somewhat shellshocked expression on her face at Buddingtonite's guess as to the identity of the youma who now stood proudly before them. "... is this the Captain whom you were referring to?"

It was hard to recall what he had done but he had to accept it, even if he didn't like it. He didn't have to stop beating himself up over it, and he didn't intend to really. But when Bazzite appeared he turned his own blue eyes onto him. He saw a monster, yes, and one of his own creation. But he saw his responsibility and something he had to care for and take care of. True, this was not the same Bazzite nor was this Johnathan Miller but his promise still remained. One hand lifted, the inside of his forearm facing himself as his wrist bent slowly so his hand lay horizontal. Slowly his fingers uncurled in a rather fluid motion. "As the Lieutenant said they are Bazzite. And yes Buddingtonite, this would be Bazzite."

"Why did the Queen do such a thing? It's simple - power. She wished to hold power over the Earth and the people of the Earth were against this. People are greedy and even goodness can become too good and turn on everything that it deems below itself and attack it, even if those other things are good as well. Evil of course can do the same - a balance of sorts. Both can become destructive in their wish to bring absolute good or evil to complete rule." Thus absolute good could become evil without even realizing it while toting about the white banner of good, of order. "Of course this is my opinion and subject to differing opinions." A shrug of his shoulders before his eyes turned to Bazzite.

"I don't know how the Negaverse did come about...not in the beginning nor in the most recent of times...I don't suppose any of the older youma who can speak have shed any light on the beginning of the Negaverse, the ancient beginnings?" He questioned before he tilted his head toward the Page. "No, your right. It cannot be reversed. Bazzite will remain at my side as my bonded youma. As humans we, us three, are bound by the constraints of human mortality. Bazzite here is no longer bound by such things. He will...eventually out live me. Whether I live out this war and die of old age or I die in this war." He spoke the words with a calm acceptance. He already had made peace, long ago, with the fact he might die in this war. But he also knew he might be lucky and not die in it and see old age. Maybe by then the war would be over...maybe not. What would Bazzite say to his calmly spoken words? Would he deny them or fight them? He doubted it and yet he told himself that Bazzite was loyal, as his bonded.

"For me it is a simple answer when it comes to the other youma. They are hero's who fought, bravely I'm sure, in the first war. I would not slay a hero. Not when some can speak and complete tasks. I would let them all live and allow them the chance to see this war to it's final end - to let them assist in gaining the freedom we once more fight for." Biting his lip he looked to Bazzite for strength. His words wavered with emotion as he spoke, emotions which he tried to reign in. "I would not deny them their last wish. For those who died fighting for freedom I would like to think they should be permitted to see this to it's very end." He spoke with honesty as he smiled gently.

Turning fully to Dallol, slate eyes serious as his raised hand settled onto Bazzite's arm nearest him. "It would be best to seek an audience with a General King or General Queen and tell them you wish to join. They may wish to test you in some manner - to know you are serious about joining. I've no doubt you'll pass that, you seem eager to join us. As for if they would force your corruption, should you change your mind, I cannot speak for them as they are not me and each is different. I should hope no such thing would be forced but again I cannot speak for each of them." He wanted to assure her as much as he could as he spoke honestly, he wouldn't lie to her but he also wanted to keep her on the path Buddingtonite had brought her on to. "Buddingtonite, as the person you are so close to, could arrange for you to speak with one of our heads." A nod of his head to the red haired man. "I wouldn't dare intrude upon your bond with Dallol." Or step in and steal credit from the other man. This was something he'd done and worked on. Any credit was his in the end.

Watching Bazzite, carefully, he gave the others arm a gentle squeeze. Staring up at the other, the difference in their height vast, and shook his head gently. "Be nice to her. She is looking to join our side. Buddingtonite has been helping her in making the decision. I wished for them both to meet you. Don't worry though, I wish to let you out for a while tonight, not just a simple meet and greet. I wouldn't deny you proper time outside and a meal worthy of the time you spend here at my side for this meeting." He spoke gently. If he had shown emotions earlier, when speaking of youma and his opinion on them, it was mild compared to the gentleness he spoke to Bazzite with, the look he settled on the tall youma. He cared for him, greatly. Not as lovers or formers lovers but as friends, not as a servant or some...pet.

Dallol figured as much that the humanoid youma had to be none other than Bazzite given the sequential flow of events. Yet she couldn't help the shellshocked facial expression lingering a moment longer before it eventually smoothed into a wry smile as she reached out to lightly place a hand over those belonging to both Buddingtonite and Bazzite. "It's a pleasure meeting you in person after hearing about you from Benitoite, Bazzite. Let's be friends."

Listening to Benitoite's account of what the Moon Queen did to those who had the misfortune of crossing her path back then was in all honesty a sobering experience for her. It wasn't right even if she herself was on the side of Order and surely she should know that there were more than one means to achieve the same end. In stark contrast to what the Moon Queen supposedly stood for and did, perhaps it was Benitoite's charisma or choice of words but she found herself agreeing with most of what the General had to say with regards to his opinion of the human turned youmas. That they all deserved the right to live and see this war through to the very end. All except for one rather small bit that she couldn't find it within herself to see eye to eye with as evident through her next words to him. "Even if others have to be sacrificed in order to sustain their life force?"

It was getting harder for her to concentrate on everything that Benitoite had to offer with regards to her latest string of questions, her attention lapsing every now and then whenever she found her thoughts going back to the undesirable side effects that surrounded the corruption process as well as the remote possibility of turning into a youma like Bazzite who now stood before her like a shining beacon of a reminder.

Letting her gaze drift to the ground, she blinked slowly then shifted her weight to lean slightly on Buddingtonite, deciding that she had heard just about enough to last her for a good long while. "Let's do that then." That obviously referring to setting up a meeting for her with one of their General Kings or Queens. "Not now though... and don't make promises that you possibly can't keep Lieutenant." She pointedly reminded him, understanding all too well that Benitoite had made a valid point in implying that all bets and promises were off especially if someone decided to pull rank in a military organization like the one all three agents of Chaos were currently a part of. The last thing she wanted, after everything was over and done with, was to get Buddingtonite into hot soup just because of his involvement with her.

"Her ladle...have you found yourself on it's recieving end Buddingtonite?" He asked, a mischievous smile in place even as laughter sounded in his voice and shone in his eyes. "I do hope it wasn't anything too traumatizing." Teasing as he shook his head gently. He could mix the childish with business, when and where he felt the need or desire for such. And really he couldn't help himself at that single moment, not with what Buddingtonite had said nor how he'd said it. It just birthed such amusing a mental image that he couldn't help himself.

"Mmmm, no. A General King or General Queen would not make the mistake I did. So no, nothing like what happened to Bazzite would happen to the Page - I assure you." Though the pain of being corrupted was great, was it worse when changing sides? Could she handle the pain? Had Buddingtonite told her about that? That it would hurt? He hoped so.

He wasn't shocked by her words, he should have seen them coming. He hadn't but they still didn't surprise them when Dallol spoke them and he shook his head. "They do not need starseeds, energy suffices I assure you. Starseeds are in fact not taken by members of the Negaverse any more - haven't been for some time. Though, as with every group of people, there are surely some who still do. The youma themselves cannot all be watched - there are simply too many. So we cannot keep them from taking starsseds. But the energy we collect goes to feed the youma and maintain things where they dwell. But I see the evil in what you speak - I assure you." And yet he had no issue in pulling one from a senshi or a knight, which he'd yet to do. And he did train in pulling them...even if it was lower class people who lost their starseed in those lessons. He still felt for it, each time.

"But yes, he shall arrange things and hopefully all will go well. I am confident things will go well for you and soon you will be a Captain within our ranks - standing at Buddingtonite's side." He honestly did see this and hope it would happen. She seemed eager, though not disillusioned to it all going perfectly either. It was good though. She didn't let herself fully slip into a false sense of security and such.

As Bazzite spoke to Dallol he smiled and nodded his head. "He speaks the truth, you have us and we have your back when you join us. We are, despite being rather militaristic, a family of sorts. Many members I know outside of this uniform and do spend time with. I even have my house opened up to members in need of a room. Beyond that I would invite you, just like I would others, over simply to talk over tea or coffee - even a trip out on the town." He liked to think of this as a family of sorts, and tried to make it feel like that as much as he could. He wouldn't turn someone in need away, no matter what the need really. Even as he spoke his eyes went from Dallol to Buddingtonite, extending the offers to him silently.

He really hoped she did join, he wasn't sure what Buddingtonite would do if she didn't, and Bazzite would be out a new friend as well. He wasn't sure Bazzite would care - at least for long. But Buddingtonite wasn't a youma and thus had human emotions and feelings. A look to Bazzite, questioning, he silently asked the others opinion. Did Bazzite understand what he asked? That he wondered if Bazzite thought she would join them. He did but it always paid to get other opinions.

Looking at Bazzite, Dallol found herself beginning to wonder just how much remained of his human self within the humanoid youma form that he now took on. She hadn't come across any youma quite like him before so she wouldn't really have any idea if his ability to speak was expected of his kind or something that he managed to retain from his previous life as a human.

"Certainly. I understand where you're coming from." Did she really? She kept her gaze trained on Bazzite when he addressed her again. Ceruleans meeting unblinking blues that looked as if they were capable of gazing deep into her own soul. Was this really what she wanted? So much so that she was willing to put everything she already had on the line and risk possibly becoming a youma herself should things turn awry?

She had to avert her gaze in the end, focusing it on Benitoite who was standing right next to him just as he started to clarify the stance the Negaverse at present took on the subject of starseed pulling. It sounded fair enough all things considered. Besides, she had not the energy nor mental faculties to pick at it so she accepted his explanation and left it as that. "One can only hope and leave things beyond one's control to chance from there General." Smiling wryly, she shifted her attention back to the redhead Lieutenant whom she was practically clinging onto by now.

"It will be a pleasure to fight alongside a familiar face." Although it still remained unknown as to how much she would remember by then if what Valhalla shared with her with regards to Avalon's fate would apply to her as well. The look that Buddingtonite gave her struck a melancholic note in her heart. Sorrow, regret, disappointment - all rolled into one emotional mess as she tried to shrug it off as best as she could. "Alas we can't have everything we desire in life, can we?"

She wasn't really sure if what she said was meant more for herself or for him at this point, a mixed expression crossing her face briefly until she felt a new presence approaching their current position. "Someone's coming." Tugging onto Buddingtonite's coat to get his attention, her voice was barely more than a whisper as she trembled and winced from the amount of discomfort that that was causing her. "... a Knight."