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"Oh is that what you've been off doin'?" Kairatos snorted, stretching to try and keep knots from forming in his aching back. "Reading all up on how the Cauldron works? Bully for you."

"Choosing to fight for myself doesn't mean I don't have allies, Frosty." Frosty? No... last time it had been Frankie... or... rather Frankenfurter. That was right... one of the nicknames he'd used from last time was Frankenfurter, though this time there was a pleasant lack of d**k references. "You take care of your problems, I'll take care of mine."

Going to get a bit bloody huh? Castors tone implied he didn't plan to share more with him, personally, but he sort of wondered how things were going to get more bloody unless Castor was going to walk around handing out chainsaws to a choice selection of mad eyed Senshi. Good for chaos he supposed if he did... that was how things had gone last time a group of Senshi had turned especially execution and torture minded. Universe out of balance indeed. It had been so unbalanced so long you had to wonder if it was taking bribes from Chaos. He did know who he would not be recommending as a jumping off point to those who wanted to jump from the Chaos ship though. I mean maybe if they were a total s**t... but most of that sort wouldn't be looking to purify.

"If they have to force me they've already lost half the battle."

He didn't expect someone as mercurial as Castor to understand why he felt that way. He wasn't even sure Castor knew the details of Zinkenite's obsessive quest to get her back, his little blue haired pet, and frankly he didn't care. She was the fool by which he would be measured from now until...

As far as he knew forever. Someone would always be waiting for him to bend his knee again for the General Kings and Queens. Because of her.

"So let 'em come. Let them try, if they have to force me, than it just shows their words and promises were never enough. I'll prove my point either way."

He eyed Castor as he spoke, though he was starting to move away anyway. He'd had enough of Frosty and his blowing hot and cold.