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"Either road of the Universe's desires, would require actually talking to each other in a meaningful way. I'm glad to hear the Jovians agree to compromise- but it doesn't sound like you've all come to any actual compromises on anything. You have no group policies that you can tell me about that aren't fly-by-pants compromises on the battlefield with each other? Its hard to try to formu-....to form prop-- suggestions of pizza toppings for a party without even knowing if all the people I'm trying to buy for even like pizza. "

No plans for prisoners, no standing policy on how to deal with the unrepentant, doesn't sound likely that there's liaisons picked out to talk to other teams, and no direct patrol rules, routes, or partnerships. It isn't a team, isn't a tribe, its like a couple cats in room occasionally sleeping in a pile in the center. If that.

"Anything worth doing was never easy. "

Thraen looked the Knight directly in the eyes, hesitation and uncertainty no part of his countenance. "If you mean that, that the Jovians are ready and willing to offer help, call a meeting of your team. However you all choose to organize...wherever. But soon. Please. And ask those hard questions- make compromises on actual policy. Things cannot continue as they are. I have held the dying, Valhalla, alone in the dark. It might not have happened if there'd been some unified choices that all would uphold. Some Order in the chaos. "

"When you have those answers, I would like to learn hear decisions of the Jovians. I want a council of voices to meet and to agree on these things. "

We can't continue murdering Kitty Genovese. Even if I'm dead, he know the plan. Babylon has hints of it. I've talked to Irene. Maybe someone will keep it moving and get something done.

For a brief moment, Thraen felt the boiling frustration that he'd just been talking to an ice sculpture instead of a person for the last count of minutes. He quashed the desire to crawl onto the Knight and try to force things into his brain by way of opening his skull and magically, somehow, making words and ideas physical and stuffing them in like bread into a turkey.

He closed his eyes, and brought his hands cupped to his mouth to warm them a moment.

"The questions would be those related to exactly what I was probing you tonight about. A loose alliance, a skeleton form of 'government'. The basic purposes of a governing body, presumably also for teams, are providing for the common defense, providing public services, protecting individual rights through administration of the rule of law- in 5 broad phrases Defense, Representation, Social Welfare, Infrastructure and Identity. "

"On a smaller scale, could a system be set up among the teams to keep a pool of money for those in need? Could there be assigned responsibility and rotation of teams with cats to seek out new senshi and knights that are without teams and take them under wing for mentorships if not memberships? The enemy is finding them and converting them before they've even met another of us. Discussion about the prime rights that the Jovians value, and how they will deal with those who do wrong among our own. The powers we have are very convenient for breaking the law, and the anonymity provided by the magic."

"Or, if the Jovians will be it, just having the answer that your group wants none of it and prefer to remain as you are. And I will not bother you again."

"I did not know the history of the founding of the Dark Mirror enemy. I thank you for that. " Thraen fought any impulse to cross his arms over his chest- it was a closed stance and psychologically sent the wrong messages. Instead he occupied his hands in curling one over the other in turn. "But it seems you misunderstand me."

"No, there are not many that think or feel exactly as I do. But there are a few I have met who have felt the want of some sort of organizational bonds. I do not have to believe in a council to understand that it may be good for others, or better than nothing. I want most for something to be discussed and established. I do not want to be a king."

"What I hope for, Valhalla, is independent of my own personal belief. "

"And I don't think everyone else should choose a monarch if they do not feel it useful, or even a council. But a welfare system and a 911, as it were, and assigned searches for new senshi are not much to ask. Governing can be refused on many grounds, as you observe, but I should hope charity not. Especially when many already offer it to each other they personally meet on the street. "

"I've spoken at some length with Sailor Irene about it, if you are ever in the mood to network more. She has different ideas than mine, I'm sure, but in the same vein. So far as I know, getting some help from the cats might be a necessity- they provide our phones. How much is magic and how much tech or programming as understood by Earth standards I can't say. It's all somewhat in the air until there are a few more serious sit downs with people who actually know things. If you're able to find any such people and ask them, I'd be grateful for the help."

The query about his scar was surprising, so far into the conversation. The Super Senshi had chalked the lack earlier up to Valhalla having been either too polite, or possibly used to seeing such decoration enough that it wasn't something to even hit social radar. "I don't have anything to hide. "

"It was parting gift from a General with a gunblade, wearing pink and tan. He had no time to inflict more, having need to save his cycloptic companion from hypothermia in a river. I'm not fast enough to dodge such rank. Do you know them? "

Thraen's eyes narrowed at the returned comment, pulling it apart at every seam of words for what wasn't being said.

You don't know the pink and brown, at least not by name. But you draw long face and make no mention at all about what you do or do not know about someone who has one eye in the Negaverse. Saying nothing is an admission of sorts, though nothing that would hold up in debate. You know that one. And you protect information about him.

This one cannot be trusted.

"So it is. It was good to meet you, Valhalla. I am always happy to meet others and learn. You've been a help." Thraen lifted his weather-paled hands and inspected the colour around his nails," The night ages and grows cold, and we both have ways to go before we sleep, I imagine."

He was getting too cold to really stay out much longer. "If nothing else, another point of contact in moving something of a multi-team organization of those untainted. If you have news or need, you have my name- Thraen, Senshi of Gardens. Safe journeys."

Thraen held his hand up and palm out a moment in gesture before turning on heel to find a course through the night.