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I wasn't aware that was even an option.. Too new, he hadn't heard much about forced corruption or the mechanics surrounding it. Babylon might have warned about it at one time or another, but not in a way tha had stuck with the page. Granted, he did tend to stop listening when it seemed as if the Negaverse were being verbally attacked. Everyone was so certain of how evil the other side was, and Baikal just didn't think it was that black and white. As far as he'd seen, everyone went after each other with equal ferocity and cruelty.

Maybe it wasn't wise for him to take such a neutral stance, but he didn't want to be a part of the problem. He'd help where he could, protect civilians when he could from the youma, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to pick fights with anyone.

He seemed to at least have been thinking about what Jet said before the captain snapped at him to go home. It pulled his attention back, and for a second he looked fairly taken aback. But then he just shook his head, releasing a heavy breath. It probably was time to simply call it a night, but.

"Wasn't aware I needed to defend myself against you." Him, specifically, not the organization he worked for. "I can fight just fine, when I have to." His shoulda came up in a shrug. "Didn't figure you'd go through with stabbing me once you realized who I was." A pause, pale eyes resting on Jet's face. "Am I wrong?"

Did he want to test the theory? The logical answer was no, but there was a part of him that sort of did. It wasn't that he had a death wish, quite the contrary, but he honestly didn't believe Jet would actually hurt him, not over this. It wasn't just that he'd helped him, there was something more to it. Something Baikal was having trouble placing a finger on.

But Jet had clearly had enough of this exchange for the evening. He was flushed and flustered, obviously agitated, and as much as Baikal was tempted to continue pushing just to see how he'd respond, he just wasn't that callous.

Sighing, the page held his hands up in surrender, head turning and eyes lifting from the smaller man's face. "Fine." If he wanted him to leave, he'd leave. Chances were good they'd run into each other again at some point, so it didn't really matter. He'd get another chance to talk to the captain, maybe ask about what he'd meant by joining the Negaverse.

For now, though, he'd back up a few steps before turning and holding a hand up in a backward wave. "See you around, Jet. Take care of yourself."