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"While we're bitching about who knows what, how about I point out I'm the only one left who seems to know that we are not supposed to be in here and I don't want to get ********' arrested. Kairatos snarled back, moving to try and pry Zirconia off of Bishophite.

"I will find a Squirt bottle, Cat-lady and if I find one in here I bet it's a lot grosser than water." He pointed out.

"He's got a good point. This guy isn't the only one whose been having night terrors. Or do you want the play by play?"

And she knew it. She'd dealt with the after math of him, personally, waking up in the night in the grip of terror.

"So stop ******** with each other, lets get out of here, bring the goddamn rock with us, and tell us if we're at risk over your ticket to a Zirconia free life."

Patient with Zia was a... nice way to say things. Honestly he was sort of struggling to stay patient with anyone for more than two minutes lately, and they'd had plenty of fights lately.

Were Bischophite's wings making noise?. Maybe it was just their weird composition. Or... maybe he was just hallucinating. At this point he was half guessing hallucinating.

"Would we know? Would you be able to feel it like we found it in the corpse? Or would our normal auras hide it?" He demanded, voice quiet but firm... or as firm as he could manage when his hyperactive, weary imagination wondering at the kind of damage he might do if he reached the point the man on the slab had.

Someone had already died, He didn't want to join them.

"And you seem to be forgetting I haf' ze ability to teleport - do you sink someone is going to belief' a distressed and overworked nurse who claims he saw a cat girl, a man wis' wings and anozzer dressed in Roman attire? Zey'd find nossing of ze sort in returning here." However, Bischofite's track record for credibility among anyone was rather shot. Additionally, he wasn't certain he could transport both without passing out afterward, or even if he wanted to. Reading of their arrest the following morning sounded rather entertaining.

Alois himself was a breath away from drowning Zirconia in every ounce of tar he could muster when Kairatos separated the pair from mutually assured destruction. Long claws curled into a white knuckled fist in the air while he tried to work through remaining frustrations. Zirconia fostered a startlingly intuitive sense of what particularly aggravated the creature and found no qualms in abusing that information.

He still didn't trust her.

"You'd know," he echoed with disinterest. Slowly his gaze shifted toward one of the far walls while his arm slowly dropped, releasing the crystal between two fingers in a downward trajectory to the man's thoractic cavity. If she so desired to squirrel the crystal away as some express ticket to parting with one of her souls, then she could manifest the extra energy required to pick it back out of the guts. He found more interest in her words on the matter, beyond the mention of Tartaros or large chunks of crystal.

Your dream mirror is a part of your soul, it's a thing inside you that reflects your consciousness to Elysion when you experience dreams. Interesting. If a crystal can get lodged in dreams, what else might stick there? Chaos energy, perhaps? Ideas, thoughts, other people's starseeds? Do the Dark Mirror know something of it? I know so little of Elysion... Nothing more than what Zinkenite mentioned on an off occasion. I doubt that's the only means of interacting with dream mirrors if Zirconia was able to wrench this rock out of his guts. Perhaps it's unique to her kind, who mirrorwalk and mirrortalk. Still, it leaves me far more leery of Remarque and Leto's shoddy circus of idiots.

Finally he returned his attention to Zirconia. "Take it, zen." He finished with a gesture toward the corpse.

Zia flashed a small look towards Kairatos, still a bit reeled from the encounter with Bischofite, however, he was distracted with cringing at their unfortunate prze. She, personally, had no problem regarding the corpse as a tool or a capsule, thinking of it in terms of disgust not for the social stigma but because dead things tended to harbor germs and putrid things.

Much like the dead girl she had come across with Orpheus. They were tools. Attempting to think of them as individuals with lives and loved ones and what ifs was just setting yourself up for trouble. She had become very good at compartmentalizing since the old days of the BMC. She continued this line of operation in spite of the Mars knight's disgust.

However, she did put a hand over his as he reached and pulled it back with a gentle tug before she reached down and took the crystal fragment, wiping it off with her overlay.

"If you would like to visit the mirror sometime to ask the priestess herself, that can be arranged, Bischofite. For old times sake. I still remember the nostalgia of discussing tears in the universe and travels and consciousness. It would be downright indecent to not show off the results of my search."

She glanced towards the doorway.

"But I think it is more than time to make our exit."