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"Ah.. Well, it is alright, the stairs are many, but nothing too difficult. You two head up first." Strong and able-bodied? Perhaps for Titan, but Avior was struggling in his own way. As excited as he was to have finally arrived here on his planet with the two, he was growing more anxious as the time passed. Perhaps it was his own fault for deciding to do this instead of simply asking to join the DMC straight forward. Memories of this place, it was important to keep close, and that was his reason for coming.

Avior did not lead the group up the stairway, his short stride would simply stress the others, instead he brought up the rear, turning around once they reached the top to look out towards the city. This tallest peak in the city was able to easily gaze over the wall that surrounded it, giving what would have been an endless view of the sea that lied in the distance. Yet now it was nothing more but a barren wasteland, devoid of anything. Another click of his camera captured the land that he could see, and Avior moved around the entirety of the spire, capturing images in all directions.

Upon completion of his survey of the land, the boy pulled open the pair of glass doors, revealing the endless room of mirrors. From the ceiling, to the floors, to every wall around them were only mirrors, except for the very center of the room, where a pyre upon a crystal stand resided. Personally, Avior hated this room, for in every direction he gazed, he saw himself, he saw how unhappy he was, and he could see the last bit of the pyre going out in some faded, uncertain memory that passed between his eyes.

"I think this room used to be a sort of light house for those who resided beyond the wall.. But it is nothing but mirrors here.. Do you think that perhaps, with your power, you could enter your realm from here? From the other side of the room, we can enter the palace, but.. It's not necessary. I just wanted to show you two reasons why I want to join the Dark Mirror Court, and maybe.. Just maybe be able to give up my planet to the Court as a safe haven, if it would ever be possible. "

Remarque's workout routine did not often include stairs, and while the walk was tedious it was not difficult or boring for him; with each new step, he was met with more to look at. Remarque had not travelled far from Destiny City in his entire life, so venturing to senshi homeworlds was his extent of exploration, and he wasn't going to waste any opportunity.

Avior was a strange place, and one he sincerely doubted he'd have time to come to understand given any amount of time. One trip wasn't going to be enough. The landscape was interesting, and unlike anything he'd ever seen—but the mirrors…

He didn't know when it was that he'd become so fond of mirrors, but the room Avior led them too was captivating, and his eyes roamed across each individual mirror with respect. These were not new; they couldn’t have been. These mirrors had withstood the test of time, and all he could think about was all that they had seen. "Perhaps," he replied to Avior. "All it takes back home is a mirror. Tell me, though," he turned to face Avior.

There were far too few White Moon Senshi who had any interest in finding their salvation within the Dark Mirror Court. "What are your reasons for joining?" What was there about this place that had convinced him?

Remarque might have killed to have access to his homeworld—to know what it was that he was sacrificing to be in the Dark Mirror Court. He didn't regret his allegiance, but curiosity was a miserable thing, and pondering what world was his out there, lost in time and space, had kept him up more nights than he could count.

Seeing Avior's homeworld, comparing it to the others he knew…they were all dead. Theoretically, he wasn't missing much, but it didn't calm his desire to know what was out there, what was his. But being here made Avior's willingness, his commitment, seem so much more real.

The explanation for defection was something, but Titan wasn't certain what. It was a little insulting, a little disappointing, but it was hopeful for the poor thing. It seemed he'd found a place he could at least feel at home and at greater peace with what he was become. It solidified the impression, if nothing else, that the little noble was not meant for any sort of command. Nobility by birth and faith was nothing to scoff at, in the kingdom of his private thoughts, but it was a difficult caste to define as the only differential in the midst of a war.

It was a trouble of calling on modern youths with modern, healthy sensibilities. They weren't built for combat mentally or physically. All the more with all that 'surely we can all just get along at peace' stuff.

But Titan was glad he'd proven himself steady and helpful, and hoped to continue to provide the service of that much. Avior had called for help in the arena of their proverbial lives, it was his pleasure to be among those who answered that call- alongside this Remarque and the Dark Mirror Court. It was better that none be left floundering, wandering in the dark. The bonus was also found in the curse itself- Avior's youth would help him to adapt now that he'd found guidance.

The lieutenant crossed his arms over his chest, turning his attention to the Senior noble of the requested court. Was it possibly for the answer to be disapproved and Avior denied joining? What would happen if that were the case?

"To know you have such faith in me, that you would trust me brings such incredible joy.. " Honestly, at this point, Avior didn't know what else to say.. In this moment, he was weak and scared, but more ready than ever to begin this.

"If.. I'm not sure what else I want to show you. In the basement there is more history of the planet, but if we are able to use these mirrors for our court, we could maybe use these to our benefit... But if you are ready, I can take us back. Then, Titan will accompany me to my new home, after I am converted." Gods knew he was ready to go back. He was tired, and it was draining on him, both mentally and physically, exposing his planet to anyone.

Remarque might have taken Avior up on his offer had he not looked so exhausted. He didn't know how corruption was going to affect the senshi, but considering the path they seemed to be heading towards, he didn't want to place any unnecessary stress on the male. "I am grateful you would be so willing to accept him into your home," he said to the lieutenant, attention moving from Avior's face to Titan's. "Had you not provided such an offer I am sure we would have found some way to accommodate him, though I suppose the transition will be much easier with a friend looking after him."

Considering all that corrupted senshi went through to get into the Negaverse, Remarque couldn’t understand why anyone thought that was a preferable idea. "Upon joining us, he will lose nothing but his old identity. It is, unfortunately, a necessary loss. Anyone who knew your identity could track you down, try to hurt you. Or hurt the ones you love, to get back at you. Avior will remember all of it, though, so perhaps that makes the loss of his face, his name, his identity that much worse."

Remarque did not dwell on the negatives, though; he did not want to make that the focus of this conversation and scare Aviro away when they were so close. "He will remember everything, but he would not be recognized as whoever he is beneath it all, beneath Avior. But," he addressed Avior, attempting to be reassuring, "You will have new friends to support you, ready to welcome and assist you however need be. Your transition will not be alone. It seems," he gestured to Titan, "You've already found someone beyond just the Dark Mirror Court willing to look out for you. You're a lucky man."

Walk through? Was it really all that simple? Was walking through this suddenly summoned mirror truly the way to his new life, one that was filled with such potential and happiness?

It seemed far too easy, but who was he to doubt this prince before him? With only a simple nod, and a deep breath, he step towards the mirror, half expecting to crash into the glass before him. Instead, it gave way, and he found himself walking through a world that just didn't seem right. His chest began to feel as if someone had grasped onto his lungs and squeezed, not enough to make him cry out or choke in pain, but enough to startle him, and frighten him a bit. Nothing as painful as that hand that once reached into his chest and tried to tear out his star seed previously. And a surge of energy came over him, forcing it's way into his very being and from that a blooming sort of power seemed to struggle to escape him. It was raw, untamed in every sense of the word, yet it did not scare him, only urged him to go faster, move faster, for him to wade faster out of this bizarre world he found himself in.

Before he even realized it, he was out of the mirror again, out of breath, but no worse for the wear. Once bring blue eyes filled with fear and anxiousness were now colored gold, and almost seemed to glow in the darkness that surrounded the trio. And he could not stop the grin that grew larger and larger on himself.

To be completely honest, the boy didn't really feel all that different. The pain that was once in his chest was gone, and now he felt damp, as if the night air was heavily filled with fog. Yet there was power there that seemed familiar, yet foreign all the same. It was new, but it was his! He glanced down, looking over himself to see if his clothing had truly changed to become like those of his new family. And they were, they were dark, and they were warm, covering him from head to toe.

"Is this now me? Am I now part of your court?" The excitement that filled his words hid the true sense of exhaustion behind them, and if it weren't for that, he would have jumped in joy for such freedom and such a burden to finally be off of his shoulders.

A thin smile lingered on Remarque's face; he was filled with satisfaction but was not making a physical attempt to bask in it. "You look good," he said; Avior's previous outfit was still fresh in his mind, and he was making a quick mental comparison. He did not share Titanlåvenite's concern for the change in attire; while he had never seen it first hand, it felt right. Perhaps, if only, because the aura of a Dark Mirror Senshi was comforting. And Avior felt powerful.

The sight of black wings was refreshing; there were far too few of them. But Avior was one more, and Remarque found himself relaxing at their sight. All concern of failing this ritual passed quickly, and while he might not have been as concerned as the lieutenant about Avior's change in colors, he shared his interest in Avior's well-being.

"The mirror frees the soul," he tried to explain to Titan, though he had limited understanding of what actually happened inside that mirror. "He's free of the white moon. And," he looked to Avior and nodded approvingly. "Part of the Court. How do you feel?"