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"Awh, it's not your fault Sylvs, s'not anyone's fault.." soft for the look on her face, slash of pain that was there. Bit his own tongue for having caused it at all with his yammering.

At one point he would've seen the merit in it. Taking in strong opponents, dragging once enemies over into their ranks, to have, to keep as theirs, and what a beautiful thing it would've been to build on that. To have all that power twisted the right way round.

He would've lauded praises for the process. If he hadn't met so many who had been through it. Met it from the opposite end of the spectrum as a Senshi - saw clearly the ones who stayed, the ones who fled. They were his people, in a sense, and he could honor their choices. He'd done the same thing after all, made his own choices, picked his side of the bed to lie in.

Would demand an end over purification any day.

A far better end, to be taken out entirely than to play lobotomy bingo. Albite had come to find he stood firmly on the grounds of *No* in regards to it all. Looked at either side and saw it all as madness. Saw the forced corruption of strong opponents now as more a punishment than a benefit.

If he'd had his way? He would've insisted they reserve it for the worst of them - sap their enemies strength by turning those who had once been fearsome opponents into empty vessels instead. Let them play in cages beneath the castle, hand them menial tasks and chores. Better to turn them into a visual lesson - then to loose them back out into the world and give their enemies a chance to recapture those who they'd lost - who they would inevitably turn back against them as weapons if ever they could.

"I mean, what could a youma have done against a princess anyways, gotten dusted, maybe? N'a Senshi makes more sense, tactically speaking, or like, a really beefed up group of agents?" tsk'd little sound and he had to hug her, scoop her up to abate the quickstepped little tapping. Try and smother that look off her face.

"Sometimes with the ones like that? The really strong ones, the really beautiful ones? The best thing you can do is give 'em the end they deserve. I mean, it's not like we don't come back later - a little different maybe - not quite us - but still...Whatever. I think you're great Sylvs. Maybe next time we just get you someone from the start, yeah? Someone pretty...."

It mattered, losing people mattered, even if it was those peoples choices. Even if it had been fated to end badly. Albite could get that, could get how that stung - couldn't even imagine how he'd ever handle it if he'd lost his girl Nembs, any of the people he clawed and scraped up under his wing - against every little fight or flight of it.

How ******** clingy he was - he knew he was. Maybe he wasn't the sort who needed people enough to chase down what he couldn't have - not anymore, not when he'd already learned his lessons for those things, but when it came to keeping what he already had? Ooh, whole 'nother bag and can of -'ill be ******** if'-

"C'mon - like I'd let him treat me bad. Would take his head off for it - heh - would let you help, yeah? Some people just gotta learn lessons the hard way. N' Firebrands no exception." Albite himself was not an exception to that rule, in any way, shape, or form. He learned the hard way too - only way he knew how to do it and have those lessons stick in a memorable way for him.

"Oooh - that'd look pretty. Like an ornament kinda thing? All that soft glow - you could get it mounted. Did that with the freaking youma leg in Faustites office. Oh, and our orbies! The glow of the things - m'sure I'ma drive him into the rift someday with my - uh - messes.." and then he'd chase him into the rift and haul him back. Would smile for every scrapped out mile he'd get from their shared comradery - from Faustites slow to warm friendship and the literal burn of it.

Nuzzled her a bit, the edge of fingers wrapped in dreads near his face, slash of blush that spread across his features for her compliment. She was sweet, smart, she deserved better; she deserved all the Lieutenants up under her black brocaded wings n pink layered lace. To get the chance to momma-duck them into being the best sorts of agents. "You can borrow the ******** out of me Sylv's, for whatever you need. You know that right? You're a general in your own right, and that means you can summon me the ******** up outta 'wherever'. Abuse that power some? M'giving you permission n' s**t." soft snicker and he squeezed her better, enough to feel her ribs squeak just a little, because he thought it'd be amusing as ******** to make her breathless enough that the smile on her face stuck - to do like he did with his firebrand - irritate the bad looks off - replace them with something better.

The blush for that. Albite snorted, even as he felt his face heat. He absolutely couldn't believe her, intuitive pink breeze of a - "Jeeze, call me out! Sylvs, noo, c'mon..." and there was no where for him to hide, but he could squirm under her playful gaze.

"Alright, maybe, how about I promise not to let anyone hurt me in ways I don't like, yeah? N just - lotsa check ins with you - my very cool auntie - to uh - to make sure I'm not missing any of that stuff I've got built in blinders for?" emphatic nod and beg of dark eyes.

She really was very smart - almost too smart even.

"I'm down for that. You n' me. Hugs, ice cream, maybe some a** kicking? You get to be the fun General...n' I get someone to talk to." and he wanted to play with her as much as he wanted to entertain her.

Wanted to see what sort of trouble they could get into, even as his glee morphed into curiosity. Found that all the bounteous ruffle and lace belied lithe firmness beneath it...maybe a corset...maybe? "Hey're you like..ohmygod..Sylvite..Are you secretly buff?" light grin as he wondered that she wasn't squishing. Everyone was squishable, wheezed a little even. Yet there she was smirking back at him like..

“Good, cause I mean it.” Albite could only nod and smile - bite playfully at the air just before those bopping fingers and prettily painted nails. He didn’t even have the urge to tell her that was ‘kinky’ - or - okay he had the urge, but it was repressible! Completely repressible, mostly only stayed in his head and got thought loudly - cause there was nothing she coulda done that would’ve ever been creepy to him.

He had a gal pal - a secret confidant in lace n cotton candy colors. Felt good about it even, to have someone who wanted to look out for him. A partner who could stab a b***h….

“Ohmaigosh - lissn, it’s totally a secret. Cause otherwise I would’ve noticed! These things? Sylvi - I notice ‘em. It’s not like Titanite yeah? Like, dear god the woman’s a tank on legs,’ so you see her and you know. Your’s is all - stuffed up under a bustle n’ s**t? Secret buffness..” the idea of her working out on her own time. Couldn’t help but preen on her behalf, had to be impressed by her. “You’re like a stealth weapon Sylvs? No one would ever expect it, gotta use that s**t all the time. Bet you’re super impressive in the air, yeah? Like - grace - isn’t my style. Gotta love people who can pull that off n look good doing it.”

"Alright, alright~" and Albite was loathe to put her down. To let things linger on into their natural end. To let her go. Warmth and ruffles and bright endless sets of smiles strung along with soft giggles like pearls of goodness.

Sighed around a chuckle, laugh for her grin, the tease of it all. It was fine though, if he let her go. There would be other times. She'd promised. "I mean, not just because your short. Might just be that I'm the easily surprised sort, yeah?"

Albite couldn't help but think Sylvite was too good for this world, set her on her feet, let her down..."Fff..lissn, I can reach a hoop. If you've got tricks to teach me though? I'm all game for later. M'sure swirls needs you, maybe for snacks, button based coping snacks?" and to step back - and away from that and..."You - uh - you'll be safe right? I mean - I' know you've got freakishly strong, secret gymnast agent abs of steel 'n all, but..." and friends worried about each other, and that's what they were?

Friends. Absolutely.