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"Scattered around space, huh?" asked Kurma, with a sigh and a cross of his arms. "Is that where people say it comes from nowadays? Probably for the best, I'd say." He shook his head slowly, in dismay that didn't seem quite honest.

"Mortals and ambreon don't mix."

The grin dropped suddenly.

"I've been around a long time. A very long time."

His form looked no more than a handful of decades old, but his eyes, his eyes -- were weary. Exhausted. He was exhausted with how old he was. Exhausted with how much he had seen. How much he had done. How much he had yet to do.

"I've seen the mistakes people make with this stuff."

Eons of experiences seeped from his expression, clear and sincere and direct.

"It's not worth it. It never is. Someday I'll get rid of mine." He held his orb in his hands, and for a moment, seemed to be peering inside it. As if something more was hidden beneath the strange, swirling sparkles it contained. "I recommend you do the same for yours, friend. For those little pieces you found. Your people don't deserve what could happen if you keep it. As for you..."

Kurma looked again, at Encke.

"Pay this conversation no mind. Keep your focus on fighting Chaos instead. All this is, is a bit of ancient history that has nothing to do with Earth, or senshi, or anything that matters now." He gave a small, sad chuckle. "Next time we meet, let's talk about something nicer."

And then, with a swelling glow and a flash of golden light -- he was gone.

Kurma's cryptic answers were not exactly easy for Velyria to accept. Warnings to discard what they had--even though he seemed to know enough to know, to understand, what benefits it might have for their people. But then, Velyria did not get the impression that Kurma was the type to spout warnings for no reason.

Him vanishing gave her little chance to respond, but left her with much to think about.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't know," Velyria admitted. "I'm quite old, but not as old as your odd friend, it seems." She sighed, faintly. "...I hope we see each other again, Sailor Encke. This was a pleasant visit, and we greatly appreciate the donations you and your fellows have made to us. Thank you, genuinely."

She would have to take some time to puzzle through what she had been presented with, but not long. Lyndin needed to hear of this, as soon as possible. That would be her second stop--after she delivered Kurma's gifts to Naeria.