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Babylon nodded, feeling a bit ill. But then, he had asked, hadn't he? It made sense now why Lina (Linarite, he reminded himself finally, she was always Linarite underneath) would have gone back. Knights worked for little recognition of glory. There was no power structure in place to pat you on the head, and the vast majority of ancestors he'd heard tell of were vaguely condescending and open in their disproval. Of course that would be a hard change to make, if you were used to having your a** patted by your superior officers and told how ******** good you were.

"But I guess they wouldn't be so kind to someone who actually had a reason to leave, would they?" he asked. Someone who'd actively betrayed them, even - He didn't know how things had ended with Spinel, whether he'd returned the starseed or not, but the thought alone was probably enough to hang for treason.

He was probably responsible for whatever awful s**t might happen to Spinel from here on out, thought Babylon, blanching a little.

"I'll let you know how my efforts turn out," he promised, waggling his fingers. "Magical postal service. You know how that works, right?" It was his experience that you had to ask - some knights didn't.

Kairatos was turning out to be, in every single imaginable way, a good guy to know, thought Babylon. Everything the other knight had told him so far was utterly invaluable - he could only hope he could return the favor. Pulling off the glove on his right hand, he held it out so Kairatos could see the signet ring on his index finger.

"Do you have one of these?" he asked. "If you don't, it's somewhere on your wonder. If you write a letter, address it to literally any person on any side of the war - I don't know about civilians, but everyone else is fair game - and then you stamp it with your sigil and it's off. They get it next time they power up. Or if they're already powered up, they get it then. Knights get it anywhere, no matter what."

He shrugged. "I'd prefer something instant, like texting, but hey, it has its uses."

Babylon checked his mental radar again, this time picking up a weak chaos signature that was either a youma or a lieutenant. "I've got something," he said, pointing south. It was a couple blocks to the highway, and maybe there was something lurking in the underpass. "Let's jog and talk?"

"Yeah, there's an oath - I'll write it out for you and send it to you later," he continued, once they were en-route. "Express ticket to outer space. You're gonna either have to deal with ghosts or hallucinations once you get there, and they might be vaguely condescending."

Which was pretty much everything he wished someone had warned him about before he went to his wonder for the first time.

Up ahead, the chaos signature resolved itself into a large creature, mostly resembling a snapping turtle. The knight whooped, pumping himself up. "Alright! Let's do this!"