Welcome to Gaia! ::

The youma’s demeanor seemed to calm with Wolfeite’s complement. Bazzite stood upright again and his face relaxed to its usual appearance, rather than the distorted mess it was earlier. The locust-beast seemed almost intrigued by the General’s lack of response and contemplative tone. He tilted his head.

”Better? Maybe. ….yes.”

While Benitoite was still wracked with guilt all these years later, Bazzite was psychologically unphased by it, unable to feel the depth of emotions he could when he was still human. To him, he simply was different, by accident or otherwise. It didn’t seem to bother him too much.

”When you go topside again, General… I want to come.” A quiet request, followed by a toothy smile.

Good, another, easier way to head above ground. That made the locust creature incredibly happy. Even though he was bound to follow any General's orders without question, being willing made things so much easier.

Bazzite laughed, a strange, grating, metallic sound. His knuckles cracked and his wings buzzed quickly, quivering in anticipation. "There's lots to eat topside. If you have a mission planned, General, I could be of service." Sometimes Benitoite would send his youma companion on missions, but it wasn't frequent.

Bazzite longed to stretch his legs.