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A reprieve from the chaos of the inner city had been desired, so Navi had made her way to the calmer realm of suburbia. It was quieter here, the streets lined with trees and cookie cutter houses. Hardly ever did she run into another soldier in their silent war.

Perhaps that was her aim, as she wandered through the darkness. An escape from fighting, the violence. Her sights had set towards conversion, but it was still almost impossible to escape the bias anger of the order aligned. Misguided fools.

A sigh left pale, parted lips. She missed Ate. The one person that had made her believe her efforts weren't for nothing. Until she'd let herself be claimed by the negaverse, instead of joining the ranks of the Dark Mirror Court. Navi was still sore about it, but she loved the girl. Now she just wanted to know where she was..

She had promises to keep, after all.

When she felt the approach another powered aura she slowed to a stop, head turning in the vague direction the sense was coming from, as if listening for the sound of the figure as they drew nearer.

They were behind her, whoever it was, but they were new, weak. She didn't bother to turn as she heard the faintest hint of foot steps. It was an order aura, and by the feel of it tickling at the edge of her senses she was going to guess they were a page.

They were also moving very rapidly towards her, as if with purpose. It made her frown, head tilting thoughtfully. "Is it a fight you're after?" She called out, hands left to hang loosely at her sides. "Do you really think that wise?"

Whatever she'd gained to her powers was a mystery still. She'd not had the need to use her newest attack, so she didn't know the parameters of it's effect. Regardless of that, she knew her strength had increased, along with speed. That alone made her a challenging adversary, specially to someone so new.

Boy, did that sound familiar..

Eternal Navi grimaced at the broken record of the righteous before hazel eyes narrowed down up the young man as he began to advance on her.

He charged, and it was eager, but clumsy. Easy to dodge with little more effort then a step to the side. The chances of him causing any real damage to her were slim. They could carry on this dance for quite awhile. Him rushing blindly in, and her avoiding his attacks.

Unfortunately she got the impression that no amount of peaceful negotiation or maneuvering would do much good in this situation. She could have simply left, she was fast enough, but his foolish bid for vengeance was going to get him seriously hurt if he tried to go up against the wrong agent of chaos.

"I have the choice of whether or not to let you simply walk away with this before it grows into something very dangerous for you." It was a warning, and a polite one at that. Had he run into her a year previous she would have been all to happy to tango with him, but her rage at the knights had all but cooled.

"One more chance," she offered, tone still light, conversational and peaceful. "Walk away, and you won't get hurt."

Their dance continued on for some time until finally the page came to what was surely a reluctant stop, and Navi watched the rapid raise and fall of his chest from where where she'd come to rest, balanced perfectly on the soft curve of the streetlight above him. He stared up at her, and there was such hate in his eyes, it sizzled across her skin. If looks could kill she would have dropped to the ground and burned in a blazing inferno.

Small hands curled over the cool metal beneath her, and she regarded him with cool neutrality.

Someone, somewhere, had wronged him. Or perhaps many someones. She recognized that burning fury it was familiar to her. She'd carried her own for so long.

The question he threw at her was random and unexpected, and she blinked down at him, ginger brows twitching upwards. "Was I where?" He wasn't familiar to her. She'd never met him before, so the likely answer was 'no', but she wanted to know what he was talking about.

She watched him from her high perched as she glared up at her, where where his eyes were filled with burning hate, her's were neutral, even curious. The DMS had no reason to hate him, she'd never met him before, he'd never wronged her before this night. Still, that anger was an echo of her own deep seeded rage. The anger that had burned so completely that it had consumed all else. She had been blind to it. As blind as he was now.

But she wouldn't give him more reason to hate her. That was no longer her aim. The knights were no longer her target, merely another faction caught in the crossfire of the warring masses.

Tightening her grip, Navi flipped back, letting herself hang from the high curve of the streetlamp. "I did not attack your carnival," she assured him, not that she expected that temper to cool. He was too fare gone. "I am no killer." She dropped, standing within the halo of light. "Are you so sure of who you attack? Would you condemn all for the actions of few?" Would he follow in her foot steps?

"Are you so far lost to your rage that you would sink to the level of those that had wronged you?" Her head tilted as she watched him, thoughtful, contemplative.

"Then you are a hypocrite," she intoned, and her voice sounded somewhat sad, as if she were realizing how very hopeless this conversation was. The page was single-minded in his hatred, it made him unwilling to hear reason, or unwilling to see it.

Of course, there again had been that implication she so loathed to hear. Not in those words, but certainly in intent of meaning. Painting her as evil and corrupted. "You do not know me." Her voice was stronger now, and she stood her ground with feet apart and hands loose at her sides. "You know nothing about me, or where I have been, or what I have done. You make wild accusations based on personal belief and care little for the actual truth of things."

Anger was raising up, old and familiar and tiring. "I am not the evil you think I am, and you have no right to steal my life away from me." She had warned him, over and over, and she had done much to avoid an altercation, but if he came now he would learn the depth of their division of power.