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That feeling...

The teal-haired Page of Neptune had to pause in step. He was still getting adjusted to this whole war of Order and Chaos in this city. The senshi he had spoken to before had mentioned that one could generally sense an opponent when they were nearby. All the lad had practice with up to date was a single youma, and he had not known about the whole sensing the enemy logistics at that time.

However, now it felt like the hair on the back of his neck was standing up slightly, almost like how a cat got when agitated. It was quite difficult to put into words the feeling he was getting at the moment, but it was something that needed to be investigated. Rather than dash without a thought towards what was causing him to feel this way, Nysa walked in careful steps down the sidewalk.

In his thoughts, he tried to sort out what could possibly be exerting this sensation. Was it a youma? Was it an officer of the Negaverse? He had only encountered one of those up to date, and seeing as the woman's title had been General, he was even more wary of approaching his soon-to-be opponent.

He moved forward, the sound of his footsteps seeming to echo against the buildings nearby. The lad nearly passed an alleyway.

Nearly.

However, as he seemed to almost pass it, he stopped in place. Are you in here? The thought drifted through his mind and near the edges of his ears before he turned to enter the alley. Before he dared to set foot, he cautiously called out "...I beg your pardon... is anybody in here?"

There was a response, if not a bit gruff in attitude. Taking that as the permission he needed to step forward into the alley, the Page of Neptune came out into the light. The fellow in front of him had a lady in his grasps.

Nysa remembered the time he had encountered the woman that went by General Painite. That wretched woman had done something similar to him while he was in her grasps. Whatever it was the fellow was doing now, it was not right.

Rather than let his anger show upon his facial features, he merely opened and shut his hand a few times to get out that agitation he was feeling at the moment. Had he not been feeling this agitation, he might have answered the question in a straight forward manner. However, he was only human, and the irritation seemed to deafen his ears to the question. Instead, he replied with a question of his own.

"...What is your rank, soldier?"

The teal haired fellow took note of the rank, but he did not say a word yet. If anything, he momentarily was distracted by how inconsiderate this boy was with dealing with the woman. She was not just a towel you tossed to the side without care (though in all honesty, Howl would never be so inconsiderate even with such an item). She was a person.

"...you should be more careful... you could have accidentally broke her neck..." he commented cautiously, fighting off the urge to assist the woman into a better position on the ground. Even his commentary was pretty telltale as to what his priorities were.

He had been asked as to his own rank, and if it wasn't already glaringly obvious, the teal-haired lad replied quite honestly "I am a Page." Perhaps someday he'd regret his honesty in the subject matter, but as far as Nysa was concerned, he did not even want to pretend he was a part of the organization that went by The Negaverse.

Nysa couldn't help but mentally cringe at the Lieutenant's choice of words. Dude? Gnarly? It was this use of vocabulary that sometimes made him wish he was a citizen of England instead of the United States. It also made him sympathetic to how his mother felt about Americans.

Despite the boy's confused tone, the Page noted how he pulled out an object and started swinging it around. Did this mean he had figured it all out? The teal-haired boy couldn't truly tell. However, such an action led to his own question.

"...pray tell... is that a mouse that you are swinging at me?" The General he had encountered in the past had a spear, and since that was his only encounter with the Negaverse he could distinctly recall, he was uncertain about this choice of weapon (if the mouse was even a weapon at all).

This Lieutenant's actions were seemingly hostile, and his words seemed to more than reveal that he was indeed ready to attack. Suspecting his own cover had been blown already, the Page of Neptune decided there was no reason to restrain himself anymore. He moved close to the woman who had been dropped so roughly and with some level of tenderness, he readjusted her position so she'd at least be comfortable and not prone to breaking her neck.

Pulling away from the woman, he straightened up, then reached into his coat. When his gloved hand came back out from hiding, it was holding onto a white feather.

"...tell me... what are your goals, Lieutenant? What do you fight for? What do you aim to protect? What do you aim to defend?" Cautiously he spread his legs slightly and began to watch the boy's body for any signs of lashing forward.

Nysa was in the company of a boy. Not a young man, not a lad, but a mere boy. His responses were selfish and lacked any insight. This Lieutenant truly spoke like a pawn rather than an informed soldier.

Keeping still and alert, the lad then boldly did something he had initially been avoiding.

He introduced himself.

"I am Nysa... Page of Neptune... and I protect the Earth and defend the innocent who are made victims to the Negaverse."

In what almost seemed like a smug tone, the lad added to the end "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant."

The boy had himself a boyish reaction, unable to maintain his composure. In contrast, Nysa still remained poised and ready for any advance on the Lieutenant's part.

Though the boy was simple, he did bring up a point which could have caught some young Pages off guard. However, the teal-haired lad had some prior experience with the Negaverse. It was merely a brush with the Negaverse, but it had a long lasting effect.

In a calm tone, the Page brought his own view to light. "Would you protect a cannibal, Lieutenant? Would you protect people who slaughter the innocent and weaker of their kind? I know all too well what your superior officers have done. People are like lambs being brought to slaughter, for nearly no reason at all."

He casually pointed the fluffy end of his quill pen towards the boy. "The Negaverse is not of the Earth. The Negaverse is of the Negaverse and lost all rights to being defended the moment they attacked 'their own' as you seem to think you and the people of Earth are."

The Page's patience had paid off. Having kept himself poised and prepared for an attack, he was able to keep himself out of the Lieutenant's reach when he kicked forward with an elegant hop. Nysa was not ignorant to some of the less tasteful slang out there, so the newly obtained nickname managed to make the lad's mouth straighten out into a line for a brief moment. Hillworth did not keep a young man ignorant for long if they had been in the dark to begin with.

From his new location, he finally replied to the boy's commentary. "I know what I stand for. Yet you do not seem to know what you stand for. Nor do you seem to understand what the Negaverse stands for. You, Lieutenant, only hear what you want to hear." Nysa had been quite clear as to what his purpose was, but it had seemed like this boy only heard what he wanted to.

Despite what seemed like another long-winded observation on his part, the lad kept his focus on the current situation. Though he was certain the mouse being swung at him probably wouldn't hurt, it could have easily been used as a diversion.