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It wasn't an answer to whether there was a try or not. Turning it all back on 'chaos' and order as generalities made the conversation feel like it was turning to advertising again. But Titan listened regardless. The metaphor was at least simple, though the meanings of literal or unliteral in relation to metaphors was skirting confusions.

It was uncomfortable to have the question posed at all to himself, as though he had some choice in the tactics and direction of the courts of the Throne of Earth. He'd only met the Konge Zinkenite personally once, and the Konge Howlite twice impersonally. He didn't understand or know the depths of their purposes. Silently looking up, the point was well taken, whichever way was the most likely. The black could wipe out the stars, or it could consume them. Or it could pretend to truces and then consume them. There were many tactics used in war that would be appropriate, but the initial situation was the same in all of them.

The stars were spread out, twinkling in the swath of black. They could not hold out forever. They could not brighten the sky as the sun and moon did. There was no point in lengthy truces that gave anything over to the stars, unless to soften their final resistance to winking out. There were more and more senshi and knights, but the sky didn't seem to be getting any brighter for that. It was like weeding a garden, perpetual and troubling, but manageable.

It wasn't any more comfortable a notion.
"A wise general, if his purpose was to win, would finish the job. "

"No...." The pause after the word was long enough for some breaths.

"Not for you. Or Menachem. "

For myself, perhaps. For the Konge, the generals, the queen. It is all difficult. But time will not make it become easier. "Thank you again, to both of you. It is much to think about already, and I am not so fast at that. Will you be alright getting about? Maybe...you shouldn't be out without a guard? Not when his landings and getting about seemed rocked by his condition.

He'd be easier pickings for any of the Generals that knew their business.

"Could you call someone?"

Titan's mouth pulled on one side in a line of care without mirth. The humor was cold comfort compared to all the words just prior. The light from Babylon's eyes and fingers, the stars above. It was all cold in the heat of summer.

"I would...like that. " While he'd known now about the strange rings and their power of notes, he'd not received one. Maybe that could be a simple brightness. Maybe something to look forward to.

Will it be on regular paper, and stay? Or will it fade away after a minute or two like so much of their magic? "I will look for it. Take care, Babylon of Mercury. And Menachem. Both of you."

The captain gave a held nod, not able to keep the worried look from still painting his expression. He is a knight. He is two knights even. You will have to trust him to hold his own well enough. He has earned more than you, Titan, and that much is proved.

It was going to be a troubled walk home.