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The moment that Sailor Tsui powered up and took to the streets, she had a feeling in her gut that something exciting would happen this evening, though that could have easily have been her own anxious nature getting the better of her. Ever since the ambush and as soon as she had physically recovered from the attacks, Tsui had taken to her patrols more often and had become more diligent, though that could have been contributed to some borderline paranoia. Now that she felt that she had seen the dark side, the true side of the Negaverse and their allies, she didn't shirk away from a dark aura when she felt it like she would have a few weeks prior. Now? She'd try to pinpoint it and would stalk it, not with the intent to kill, but prevent any harm coming across civilians, or her fellow White Moon court members.

So, when she felt a dark aura, a strong and potent, and almost familiar one, Tsui could not help but feel raw anger flushed through her, and it took her a few moments to calm herself enough to where her fists weren't shaking. She could have easily have been mistaking the identity of the aura; after all, she was only a level one Senshi, so it was just as likely to have belonged to another strong Negaverse general. After all, there were quite a few that she had seen during the ambush... surely it couldn't be him.

This didn't stop her from actively seeking out the aura, knowing full well that whoever it was that they could feel her approaching, but that didn't slow her down. Whether it was him or not didn't matter to her; the fact that there was a Negaverse general lurking around the streets was enough of a call to action. Tsui couldn't play the role of the neutral, no matter who the enemy was or how strong, more experienced he or she may be. Rank meant little to her, for better or for worse.

So, she wasn't too surprised to find herself in a familiar alley way, and a glance up towards the rooftops revealed to her the one Negaverse general that she had both longed to see, and dreaded to see. And, given the fact that she knew her cover was blown anyway, she brought both hands around her mouth to act as a makeshift intercom, and she said the one thing that she suspected would get him hopping mad. "Hey BENI! Did you miss me?!"

It wasn't the reaction she was looking for, but somehow, that cool voice of his was almost enough to make Tsui forget her anger towards him. Almost. That was the same voice and cool mannerisms that fed her nothing but lies many weeks ago, and it was that same, suave looking 'gentleman' that had mercilessly killed members of her court and devoured their starseeds before her very eyes. Oh yes, as handsome and silver-tongued as Benitoite was, Tsui was not going to fall for any of his charm again.

That night at the ambush, Tsui had openly attached him twice, but she held back for now. It wasn't out of fear for her life, and certainly not out of any fear from the general. No, she didn't fear him. She may have hated him, was disgusted with him, maybe even had been attracted to him at one point, but afraid of him? Impossible.

Only children feared monsters. And Tsui, now sixteen, was no child.

"I was having a great evening, though looks like the same can't be said for you." Tsui called back, making her way towards the rooftop. Even from this distance, she could see the sweat reflecting from his face or how it ruined his hair, and in truth, it brought her such joy to see him looking rather miserable. "You look terrible, Beni. Hair's all a mess, clothes soaked with sweat... I hope you put on some heavy duty deodorant, otherwise you're likely to smell like a mixture of body odor, rotten fish and dog musk!"

She made a face as though she was trying to imagine such a stench, and without further prompt, she was able to vault herself from the closed dumpster and onto the fire escape ladder to join him on the rooftop. She kept her distance and though she clenched her fists, she didn't approach him to fight. Oh, she wanted to just walk up and punch him, but she had promised Pasiphae and Kallichore that she'd behave, and so long as he kept that spear of his at his side and didn't start rambling on with a topic she was uncomfortable with, she was merely there to talk.

"But given how much you probably preen, that shouldn't be a problem for you, oh General. Knowing you, you probably cake yourself in it, all to hide the scent of death that you carry around with you."

No, Tsui was not going to let that go... to allow herself to forget those deaths would be dishonoring the fallen, and Tsui wasn't going to allow that to happen. And while she was certain that Benitoite would not care, she wasn't going to let him forget it either.

Oh yes, Benitoite was a hard fellow to insult, as Tsui was beginning to figure out, but she didnt know when to quit. "Oh, I don't go around sniffing people, but when they smell SO bad, then it's impossible to not take in their stench."

And she wasn't quite done, figuring that she may never get a chance to take a few verbal jabs at a general again and taking full advantage of that weapon not being on him.

"Well, I suppose you murdered so many senshi or pages that the smell must come natural to you by now." Tsui said with a sneer, keeping her distance and gagging, letting him know how she felt about his 'stench'. "It's sort of like keeping a cat around; after the first two weeks, the smell of urine and cat puke sort of just stick in your nose, even when others around you are gagging and hiding the urge to puke."

She figured that speaking of such moralities to an obvious liar and possible sociopath was pointless; it'd be like telling a serial killer to feel sorry for the victims he mercilessly slaughters. An ultimate and futile effort that would only serve in getting herself all worked up.

"So, what brings the oh great general of war out this lovely evening? Looking for more level one Senshi or pages to mercilessly slaughter, or are you just looking to spread more lies instead?" Tsui asked. "Which, by the way, you know, I was willing to play along with your little game of peace. I was even willing to find a way off this planet and go back to my home..."

The very thought of leaving Earth now, however? Gone from her mind, and it was all because of him, and people like him. "But, not anymore. Now that I know the truth about you, I think I'll be staying for awhile now. Maybe even help this supposed 'evil Moon Queen' that you guys fear so much in removing you, the DMC and your little youma pets once and for all."

She allowed for her anger to be heard now. She was sincere about her possible neutrality, but he was not, and she would not let him forget it.

"You lied any everything. The origin of the Moon Queen, her intentions, how all of the White Moon Court wanted to find her and put her back into power. You lied, and you know it. You can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself!"

That had done it. That's what caused Tsui to raise her voice, but she managed to calm herself down. When she spoke again, her voice was a low growl. "Unless you count youma as people, then I've killed no one. You said it yourself that youma are nothing more than animals, unless you've decided to completely lie about that as well." She cracked her knuckles, a non-threatening gesture but making it loud enough for him to know that she was still willing to throw a few punches. She wasn't afraid of Benitoite, nor the Negaverse. "Oh, I wanted to kill a few of your lieutenants, but I'm better then that. Sure, it took me punching Valhalla for me to realize that, but I don't need to kill to win a war."

Tsui was certain that she hadn't taken any lives, any human lives, and so she immediately brushed the thought away to the back of her mind. Perhaps other members of the White Moon Court had, but she, personally? Dusting animals whose only purpose in life is to hunt down and harm civilians, even for the 'greater good' was merely hunting a dangerous predator, or prey, not to be compared to killing something sentient.

"A war that I was willing to walk away from, until you and your impatient, murdering friends decided to crash what was a harmless little meeting." Tsui pointed out, circling around the general but not getting any closer. "What did you gain out of that, anyway? Besides showing to those wanting peace that it's now impossible, and now, even more death from both sides will occur. For someone who cares so deeply about his fellow lieutenants and pets, you sure didn't think of the long term effects of your little ambush, did you?"

In truth, Tsui had no idea what authority Benitoite alone had. He could have easily have just been following orders, like a good soldier, but she had seen the pleasure in his eyes, the grin on his face when he killed those senshi, and Tsui wasn't fooled by a pretty face. Benioite and Remarque may have both been blessed with good looks and charm, but once the mask was exposed, not even the loneliest of women would have flocked to such monsters. "We talked about the White Moon Queen, and from what I've heard, she's nothing like the monster you and your own leaders claim her to be. But, of course, like any nutjob conspiracy theorist, you won't believe me, will you?"

Tsui had wanted to go into detail about how harmless the meeting truly was, how much bickering and arguing there was, how many had stormed out due to either complete disinterest, or after a temper tantrum. In truth, the White Moon Court was a mess, but Tsui knew that she couldn't admit this to the enemy. Especially not to General Benitoite, even when she suspected that he had an idea of the disorganization within the White Moon Court. How much he knew beyond the ambush, though, was beyond Tsui, and so, she dropped the subject if only for the sake of not betraying her own court. She didn't agree with the lot of them, but she wouldn't be a turncoat either.

Realizing that she would get no where trying to carry on this name calling game, and losing at it miserably even when he seemed to finally get an edge to his voice, Tsui had taken a seat on the edge of the rooftop as well, though she didn't allow her feet to dangle. She sat cross legged, not very lady like but comfortable to her, and a quick way of jumping to her feet when the occasion arose. "Look, I'll give you this. You guys may be liars, murders, dogs of war against the White Moon, but you got teamwork figured out. I'll give you that."

She couldn't deny this truth; the moments where she observed and didn't fight during the ambush were brief, but she had seen unity, a strategy that everyone followed, even the youma if one believed that they were truly capable of thought, but then again, wolves and lions were nothing more than animals but had managed to hunt as a single unit so that wasn't saying much about the youma, Tsui thought with a lopsided grin. "So, maybe I heard you wrong in your explanation of the youma. That's possible. But, you know, they were human once. Once. Not anymore, right? Maybe someday in the future they will be, assuming they stop attacking innocent civilians long enough to not get dusted, but what is your version of what causes them? Where do you think they come from?"

She vaguely remembered his version of the story, of the great attack that the supposed 'Evil' Moon Queen caused that turned them into youma, but to believe his side of the story now would have just been foolish. She had no proof that she was right, and even if she did by some miracle, she was certain that he wouldn't believe her. Just like she wouldn't believe him. In the end, it was useless. "Maybe those people turned into youma because they had too much chaos, or evil in their hearts? And if you keep killing Senshi and eating their Starseeds, what makes you think you're immune to that fate should the "evil" Moon Queen try it again?"

"So, when I see a youma attacking a harmless civilian, you want me to just not do anything? Feel sorry for a creature that's ripping apart a human that has no idea to defend itself?" Tsui asked, her question genuine and also a bit rhetorical. She had seen youma singling out individuals, individuals that would have died had she or another Senshi not have intervened, and Tsui refused, absolutely refused to feel a moment of regret for those 'poor, Starseed overloaded' youma. "Good luck with that, Beni. I see a youma, I see a human nearby, I'm going to defend the human. Every single time."

It seemed like such a sad story, assuming it to be true, but even then, Tsui was not to be swayed from her path so easily. Not after she saw that youma rip that page apart before her. The feeling of helplessness almost consumed her again, but she held it back, instead choosing to focus on anger instead. Self pity would get her no where; anger wouldn't get her to where she wanted to be, but it would at least move her forward.

"Those youma, as I see it, had their chance. And they blew it. Sure, if what you say is true and it was the 'overloaded' starseeds that caused it, then that sucks, but the past is the past." Tsui asked with a shrug. It was the truth. She may have wanted to see her home constellation, but Tsui had absolutely no thought or care for the past. It simply didn't interest her and it seemed to only cause trouble now; people refusing to let go of a past event that may or may not have occurred as they were told is what was causing this war right now, wasn't it? It was just too heavy, too trivial. Not to mention hypocritical, but Tsui figured that being upset over the ambush was fair. It was only a few weeks ago. The whole war? Who knew! "Why should I feel pity for something that's no longer human, from a past action that I have absolutely no interest in?"

She turned to look at him, not afraid to bring up her next question. "And why do you even care? You obviously felt that those Senshi you killed weren't worth sparing, but the lives of youma are?"

And now, Tsui could not help but allow a smile to be seen, one that would have been more fitting for a comic book villain than any hero, but as far as Benitoite and the Negaverse saw it, she -was- the villain. She was a reincarnation of some evil worshiper of an 'evil' Moon Queen, and young as she may be, sure knew that he was set on his ways. He would never believe her to be worth 'saving', therefor, what did she care what Benitoite thought of her?

So, her grinned deepened, and she immediately rose and dusted off her dress, being sure to allow some of it to fall in his general direction. He seemed like the type to preen, anyway. "So, you care for this lieutenant called Bazzite, and you have a spot in your heart for the poor, helpless little youma. Nice to see that there's some room for compassion in there; hard to see it that way after watching you rip the starseeds out of those Senshi."

Once all the dust was settled, she stepped on the parapet and looked around, putting out her feelers for anymore dark energy, perhaps a youma or two, since she knew she was capable of killing them by herself now. No, she didn't believe his story for a second, but for now, she played along. Just to gauge his reaction. "As for the part where they had their chance and blew it... they had their chance to fight for freedom, and they blew it, simple as that. That's sort of like how some of us were discussing peace with the Negaverse, before you and your lackies rudely interrupted."

And again with the past. Tsui didn't care, and she let him know. "It's because of people who can't let go of the past that we have stupid wars like this in the first place. It's because of failed attempts of the former 'freedom fighters' that people like me have to take up arms and fight remnants of a past that should just remain there. To think, we could be using our powers and skills for world peace and here we are, standing on a rooftop above a coffee shop, talking in circles instead."

Her senses could feel the faint aura from a distance, suspecting either a low leveled lieutenant or a youma, and she tried to pinpoint its exact location. Benitoite had killed a senhi before her eyes, and she was going to return the favor... at least, that's what she let on. All she wanted was reactions, at this point... he may have been stronger than her, but she was certain she could leave him in the dust when it came to a chase. 'Let's see how willing you are to defend your little youma... Maybe give you a taste of your own medicine...