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Yes, their goals were aligned. For now. Poke didn't say this out loud as she was still trying ot keep her anger from bubbling to the top. Shun was speaking of killing someone called candance. She didn't know who she was, but she would remember the name for later.

The talk of killing though made her feel..uncomfortable. She was a fighter. She liked the challenge of battle and testing her might. But...killing....was something she didn't like. Which was not something the dragon wouldn't readily admit because...well...she was a dragon. They were known for things like that.

But lizzy then said to Shun exactly what she had been trying to say all this time. That was it! They would want something from Mitsu later on, and the price for power could be more then the wolf ghoul could take. She didn't want to know just what they coudl ask of her..

Said wold ghoul then spoke up, but it was hard to listen to the poor thing. Her dazed expression, her tail not working properly...She didn't even recognize Lizzy, whom she assumed were good friends already. Nor were she lived. Jacking hell, how could Shun even think about taking her with Medea!

But finally...finally, Shun went towards Arels door, and Poke sighed with relief. They could go home and rest. No jacking contracts of servitude.

Watching the two go, she then turned to Lizzy. "Thank you..." She started, then looked a little guilty. "I...didn't mean to say anything bad about Shun...I can see clearly he would do anything for Mitsu..."

Mmur didn't hesitate. He listened to what Medea had to say, barely able to restrain his glee, then hurried through this new portal as soon as he was able. Captives! Eee!

(( exit ))

Without another word, Shun left with Mitsu to head to Halloween.

((Through Arel portal))

She looked as though she were waking from a deep sleep, a confused look on the young woman's face as she blinked dazedly up at him. But Gale said nothing and simply stood there, silently waiting for her to move - and then Wilson was there, on her other side, and it was clear that he knew her, calling her Mads Unfamiliar to Gale, but he was grateful that the other Death hunter was there, even if he didn't say it out loud. He rather liked Wilson, after all, despite having been as awkward as they come when it came to forming new friendships, but a part of him - a part he kept deeply hidden - saw him as a role model of sorts, someone to look up to. But in spite of all of this, Gale still remained quiet and unobtrusive, gently but firmly helping the girl to her feet.

A sound escaped her lips - Gale's brow flickered, and his lips pressed together a bit more, the cry, the laugh, whatever it was causing just the smallest flinch to appear on his face.

But it was gone as quickly as it had come, and the impassive expression was there once more. He heard her stuttered regrets, heard the plaintive frustration in her voice.

"Don't move," he said, glancing away, his gaze moving out across the jungle. If he noticed the girl touching his jacket, he made no move to show it, narrowing his gaze just slightly as though looking for something - or someone. "Stay still. Breathe deeply and try not to hyperventilate."

His tone was neither condescending, nor patronizing, but instead was simply calm and quiet and factual, Gale already resorting to information mode as he tried to determine which step to take next. It was only when he heard the softly uttered apology from the girl that he looked away from the underbrush and the hot humidity of the jungle to look back at her.

"Don't," he said quietly. "There is nothing to be sorry for. The only thing regret does is cause pain on behalf of the person who expresses it."

Amphi clung to the boil as they went through the portal. Her body loose in his arms as she gripped his shirt.

Home actually sounded good now.

((Exiting)

Wilson tried not to tighten his grip on Madeline’s arm when he heard the sound escape her lips. He could have taken it as a laugh or a cry, but it wasn’t quite either of them. His grasp on the other trainee remained firm when he helped her to her feet. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Then again, it could have been a lie. White lies were so easy to craft, but he wanted to believe Madeline wasn’t fibbing. His gaze turned downcast and he moved to take the hand away from her eye, but stopped.

“Don’t say that, Mads.” It’s okay, I could have too. “You can’t change what’s already happened, so you have to press forward.” Maybe Wilson could follow his own damn advice. He managed a smile, lightly bumping her back. Surprise crossed his face and then he hastily gestured to Gale. “You’ve met Gale, right? Um. Yeah.” Because now was the optimum time for introductions. “Uhhh.” He looked down at himself. Other than the holes in his jacket and minor cuts, he appeared to be fine. “I’m pretty good, I think.”

“Shhh, don’t say that,” he murmured, reaching out to pat her head. “Don’t regret, okay? Don’t regret. Don’t regret…” His voice trailed off, then half-laughed at Gale. “Very mature and calm, aren’t you? I’m sort of envious.”

As Shun headed toward the portal to Amity Mitsu looked over his shoulder again at the other portal. It looked like she was going to ask something but instead looked to Lizzy again smiling nervously as she corrected her. "L-Lizzy....s-ssorry."

Just a tad off.

On there way back to home, Mitsu leaned into Shun ready to rest and see what this place looked like.

"Do I have my own room?"
((Exit))

Aymet only waited long enough to see Amrita taken back through the portal, home and away from this place. For many of the others he recognized, some he respected, to choose the same path. They were safe. For now.

But what about next time?

And not just a rhetorical question. There would be a next time. And next time, maybe, he would only see Amrita again in the hands of the enemy--

No, never.

But it had been so close, and even now Amrita seemed somehow more fragile than he'd ever seen her before. Medea offered something more than the nothing they'd had to work with until now. An admirable goal, and the power to make it happen. With her guidance, the hunters would suffer for what they did. Medea was on their side, had given them a fighting chance all but for free. She understood what people like Arel clearly didn't - that if they did not fight back, the hunters would take everything from them like they had from the horsemen. If he turned away now, he knew that he would regret it for the rest of his unlife.

Aymet folded his wings behind him and stepped into the portal of distorted colors.

(( EXIT TO LAIR ))