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He followed her when all was said and done, walking though corridors long devoid of human life, he wondered if Obsidian had walked here before, how he had found this place and... other things. He would have wondered if the current party of two was the first Human foot steps to trod here since Endymion, but after certain omissions from the General Queen, he was unsure if she herself would count herself among the 'humans', or the long standing more monstrous citizens. It was not a subject he planned to inquire after, regardless of his 'healthy' or perhaps 'unhealthy' levels of curiosity.

Still there were other questions, but first...The war Room, a whole room, not a bulletin board, over decked with thumb tacks and highlighter. A room where he could work...where people could actually -find- things. He had to make a conscious effort to keep from fidgeting. Likewise he was biting his tongue to keep from asking another question that had been lingering since Elision... if there was a sailor earth...was there a sailor 'Sun'?

He had almost forgotten that thought, till they had come here to the Rift and the General Queen had mentioned the sun... frustrating to think he'd let such a thought slip, then again there had been other things on his mind.

He marked each turn with a tap of his fingers, index, middle, index, a rub, a tap, a circle drawn by the tip of his finger against the inside of his palm in a silent and unseen script.

His eyes danced over the destruction, a twist in the core his being, the very kind of destruction that he had seen on Lyra's world... here, here at the heart of everything. Terrible... the ruin of an empire, the death of promises and faith of many. As beautiful as it was, as much as there was to be -salvaged-, it should never have come to this.... yet perhaps they were lucky in a way, there were -things- that remained. Things were more than the senshi's home worlds could boast...though perhaps it was just another layer to the curse. Life that was not life, shadows forever trapped in stone. One day... one day, he vowed to turn a senshi over to those waiting and grasping hands. One day... Castor... or perhaps Nemesis, where for once her terrifying powers would not avail her. One day...

And there... a simple set of doors, he was almost pleased that the gems were gone, gaudy ornaments that were not necessary. Stolen no doubt by Senshi in their greed and reign of horror. He half longed to run his fingers over the doors, to feel the age of the grain of them... as though written there in the knots and whorls would be some story that had waited till now to be told.

He glanced up at her, just for a moment drinking in the solemnity of her face, the way she fit into these dark places like a piece of a puzzle. The way...she fit in with them, the once human, the one time creatures whom had made the ultimate sacrifices, then turned his eyes to the inky blackness with a small nod as though he payed respect to the ghosts long past and slipped carefully though the doors into the enveloping blackness and whatever lay beyond.