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Molan blinked at Olivia's sudden outburst, seeming a bit caught off guard. The quiet girl actually had a.. fuse. A very slowly ticking one, but a fuse none the less. He merely gave her an apologetic smile. She was right, this was supposed to be happy, he had just been worried.

He nodded quietly at the comment, glancing off to one side wondering a bit where he'd gone. Which wasn't far off, if Molan hadn't been so distracted he'd have already found Kashiyoru a few feet back. "I suppose I-" He paused as the other fellow suddenly walked up, blinking a bit at the man confused. He seemed... familiar, like a distant memory. Somehow.

He couldn't recall in the slightest, but familiar. Maybe it was just the fact they looked a bit alike, but it was a bit unnerving to say the least. "I... do not believe so?" He replied, looking just as puzzled at the man who'd addressed him. He hadn't seen him on the battlefield had he?

And then he was rather effectively pulled from that train of thought as he was literally picked up, a bit of a shocked gasp escaping him. He didn't have much time to think as he suddenly found himself locked in a kiss. Which certainly wasn't a bad thing as he recognized the face at that point, eyes slipping closed briefly for the duration.

Well he wouldn't need to go find him obviously.

His cheeks were a bit flushed as he heard both Kashiyoru and Andrew speak, glancing up a bit embarrassed at the comment. "You... could say that." He glanced at Kashi at that point, offering a genuine smile as he wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug, rather content for the moment. Though he wouldn't have minded standing, he wasn't some princess. "It feels like it was an eternity."

"Hm," was all he said before she distracted him into silence. He turned his head sharply, watching out of the corner of his eye as her white, fluffy killing machine encircled his tail. Was this some sort of greeting where she came from? His own curled up, ringing around hers briefly. It didn't stay that way for long, however. It seemed this West was not as practiced in the art of the tailhug as his counterpart.

"I suppose I don't," he finally replied. "I had never died until our king's call to war. This will by my third since then. It's strange." In his experience, people didn't go around just coming back from the beyond like this. Of course, he hadn't seen much death until now anyway. He waited until she had finished speaking before he even attempted to formulate a reply this time, weaving his way through her unfamiliar speech pattern with his lips pressed together in thought. He was surprised by the bristling burst of anger that followed her final declaration, but it faded just as quickly. He wasn't... real. It wouldn't do to get bent out of shape over it now.

Westus nodded, glancing down at the ground as he gathered his paler hair into a knot at his nape. "Yes, I got that," he said softly, looking back at her. "I think... he's lucky that you care so much. Even if it made you hurt me. A lot." He leveled a rather serious expression at his queen, but it cracked almost immediately, lost in a loud laugh he couldn't hold back. No worries, Levi. Nothing hurt anymore.

Amarus was still cozy on Zel when Maple approached, and they were still quite tangled in their chainlink weaponry. "Greetings, dear Rook," Amarus saluted her, casually, and tilted her head. Her bells rang, as she did, the ones her form had regained once becoming Silver. Although Maple did appear different, Amarus could still recognize her for the Shadow denizen she had once been. "The others? No, we were just discussing finding them, though... we hope to relay a message. To our other selves," Amarus explained.

She leaned into Zel for a moment longer and then rose to greet Maple properly. Amarus seemed to have developed the tactic of refusing to acknowledge that the end was coming at all. She didn't want to ruin what was left with worrying and tears and pain. Too much of that, already. She wanted to be happy, those last moments, especially not knowing whether or not her true self could be.

"Shall we look, together?" Amarus suggested, offering a pretty hand, despite her warrior-nature. Maple had been the worst at stair racing, and somehow Amarus found that very endearing. She smiled at her.

Levi had caught his brief show of anger; the hint of a West she recognized was in there somewhere. Hearing his current likeness refer to him in third person had Levi perplexed, but thinking. The ghoul swallowed at the fact that he'd gotten her message. Yer more'live than ya'think. Just- separated right now. Shaking her head and almost hugging herself as she spoke, Levi gave the fireworks man an eager sort of look. His face, his horns, his tail... he was just too similar. Not going to touch him. The fact that he'd mentioned her hurting him in this sense made her want to comfort him. This West was far too innocent; her cackling took over, however, when he broke into a laugh. Tha'real-... Ya'll would'da given me'a run fer my silver if'I tried somethin' like that. M'sorry it had ta'happen. But I'd do'it 'gain in'a heartbeat, boil.

She faltered; hand moving forward on its own, the side of Levi's index finger rubbed under his chin until she cupped it. It was all the fault of his laugh.He's yew. Ya'll got yer differences, same as me 'n tha'Queen. But yew ain't goin' nowhere. Just goin' home. Just like she was. N' I'll always have yew. Retrieving her hand, Levi affirmed her words by placing it to her chest. Yer never far'way. Just as she felt about her family at home while she was at school. They were never apart from her.

“’Wilson’ is just fine,” he told Marosa as he glanced at both him and Sharra, “considering all of that is over now. There’s no need for rankings.”

Pokerus’ insistence didn’t convince Wilson him as he raised a single brow at her, but chose to not comment further. He frowned when she offered details about the white-clothed man. Feathers? Well, that narrowed it down to a few other possibilities at least. But he chuckled as Bix came forward and slapped him on the back. It was almost funny to see Wilson stumble forward out of surprise, lanky limbs and all. “What can I say? I like to make things as high quality as possible,” he admitted with a grin. “I hope Dabir didn’t give you too much trouble. Although, I looked through my PDA briefly. I noticed…” Wilson tried to shoot dry looks to everyone that had once been part of the ship’s crew. “I should’ve held hover bike classes.”

His expression turned thoughtful at Bix’s inquiry. “To the pillars, you mean? Yes, yes I think so. We would’ve never realized the truth. We would’ve died with much more regret. This—“ he gestured toward everyone and the room “—would’ve never happened.”

The man laughed softly at Vanya. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you with everything I had, but I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t know what’ll happen after this, but I’ll try. We’ll have to see, I suppose.”

“Leave?” Wilson hummed. His eyes were overtaken by a slight glare as he recalled the stars and galaxies still waiting for him, if they still existed at all. “I don’t know if we can, but it’d be nice, I think. If the ship is still here I’d like to see it one more time.”

Somewhere nearby he heard a certain shifter mention the damaged ship and he shot Mitsu a knowing grin, whether or not she saw it was up to her.

When she was done, Jericho let her go and took a step back to give her some more space. He just kinda smiled at her as she pulled herself back together. Though, his expression fell a bit as she continued to speak to him. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to the real him. Why else would she miss him.

There was just that feeling.. she was talking more to the real Jericho in his place.

"...Alright," he said in return before shifting his weight some.

"Do.. you need me to do anything?"

Since Shun suggested that Mitsu speak with her king she decided it would be best. At least before everything came to an end. Squeezing his hand again she started to search for her Commander. It took a bit of walking through the crowd before she spotted him again but when she found him she slowly made her way over. Stopping just behind him she reached out and took hold of Wilson's sleeve and gave it a light tug to get his attention.

Do.. something? Riley cocked her head, one eyebrow lifting in utter confusion. Not sure what you mean, unless you've got a magical ride out of here.

She tried not to laugh. It was hard, but not impossible. This was a serious moment, and she was taking it seriously, except, the offer to do anything made her think Jericho was going to attempt to bust through this world using his own brute force just so that she didn't have to let him go.

And yes. That made her want to laugh a little. Not because she didn't believe he could do it, but because she knew he was the type to try.