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Laurelite’s eyes traced over the Mauvian’s form, memorizing it.

A worthy edition to the Negaverse, once the despair wore off. She hoped he’d weaponize it. Hoped that anger would grow. Hoped it would give him the motivation he needed to be better within their ranks.

“You have someone better now,” Laurelite promised. Despite the immense power that surrounded her, she was so gentle.

But then, Mauvians were a treasure. They held immense, untapped potential. She wasn’t going to chase away such a vital asset.

“If you’re up to the task, Faustite, will you see that he’s taken care of? I can assign someone else, but the poor dear’s been through so much already. Let’s get him settled. I don’t want him to have to be alone.”

"Mm," he hummed, as he watched the stricken thing flop over like a dead fish out of a fishmonger's net. He hoped it hadn't died of heartbreak; what a waste of the Queen's power if it did. Aura still swept out of the small thing, though. They had time yet.

He nodded at the Queen's request. "Will see it done." Between Haymitch and a whole host of senshi, someone was bound to prove helpful to the feline.

As he approached the small one, he summoned to hand Almadel's cincher, and wrapped it about himself securely before he stooped for the cat. It was ever a challenge to pick up anything gingerly with nails so long, but he scooped up the tailless furbag without gouging it. He wasn't one to pick up cats normally, but this one weighed a fraction of what Tiberius had.

Better you behave, Small Thing. He spared it a glance of smoldered scorn before he vanished to Negaspace with it.