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She didn't know if this would work, honestly.

Her mind had never been this clear since things in her life started to go terribly wrong. Perhaps a week? A week and a half? In the meantime, Kallichore had visited her moon and finally slept in god knows how long. Her meeting with Zia made her rethink her stance on Order eventually losing the war though she was still unhappy with her position in the grand scheme of things.

The forces of Chaos were still constantly corrupting the innocent, bringing more and more senshi and knights to their side while the forces of Order scrambled to make ends meet. There just had to be a way to tip the battle in their favor without unnecessary deaths and hardship. Certainly she still felt that not everyone could be saved, not that everyone wasn't worth the effort. There would be bloodshed, inevitably. This was a war and there was no getting around blood being on someone's hands.

Lifting the phone and staring into its soft glow, Kallichore shook her head. She'd appeared much less disheveled than she did seven days ago, hair still messy but kept up in the characteristic buns. The dark circles beneath her eyes were diminished but her soul still carried a burden.

She sighed, clapping the phone shut.

"I don't think knights can receive text messages..." she explained to the wind. "Well, Valhalla. You've always been level-headed. Where are you now?"

Kallichore blinked. "Speak of the Devil..."

Or maybe angel, really.

The eternal senshi stood up from her perch above the nondescript bakery and brushed herself off as best she could. "I was just thinking about you... and realized I had no idea if Knights could receive texts from a senshi cellphone or not. I guess I should have asked you earlier... How have you been?"

She knew Valhalla was probably told that she wasn't answering any texts from Ganymede in quite some time, not having seen the knight's significant other since she ran away from that conversation over a week ago. The eternal senshi desperately needed help but had no idea how to go about asking. It was like displaying a weakness and the last thing Kallichore wanted to be known for was weakness.

But was giving up really considered weakness, or was it just the smart thing to do?

Was the only right answer not to play?

"No, Valhalla. I am not okay." she answered finally, turning away from him to stare out at the dimming lights of the city. "I know you and I aren't particularly close, and I apologize if I overstep my bounds. I just... need someone to talk to." The eternal clasped her hands behind her back, behind the wings that adorned her fuku. The senshi wasn't sure now if they were earned at all, that perhaps her struggle was in vain. "I was considering, for a few days now, giving up. I am still not sure if I can continue to fight without some kind of attainable goal... The more nights I go on patrol, the more I see people I once knew wearing black. The Negaverse and the Dark Mirrors are growing in strength every day and we're nothing but children, milling about without parents and without direction..."

She raked a hand through her hair. "Our royalty hasn't a clue what to do, Valhalla. I don't really trust them to make any decisions when it comes to this war. They've already shone they do not wish to lead us in any appreciable manner... Certainly, we've discussed the possibility of purification but has anyone seen it work? Has it been successful? By what means do they ascend and why? What is the purpose if not to do something?"

Kallichore shook her head, heels clicking on the rooftop as she started to pace. Her demeanor was sullen, almost lifeless, like all the fight and fire once in her were extinguished. "I am at an impasse, Valhalla. I once considered giving myself over to Chaos if only to erase my memories of failure, but I know now that it would be the worst decision. Instead now I wonder if the best decision is not to play in the game at all."

Kalichore gave a sound of understanding, somewhere between a sigh and an affirmation. "...I know they're children. We're all children in the grand scheme of things. Kurma said that to me once. He was a man of the stars, of the universe. He served the Cauldron or some such thing. I didn't get much time with him to know exactly what that meant. He said once that it made him so very sad when a soul corrupted, saying that their connection to the song of the universe was severed and for some, the only way to restore it was to be reborn. To try again."

She wrapped his arms around herself and swayed slightly in the wind, as if trying to rock herself like a mother would their fussy child. "Sometimes I feel so helpless, wondering if my efforts have really made a difference or if I'm simply fighting an uphill battle." She turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him. "You are much braver than I am, Valhalla. Really, I just feel empty inside sometimes."

That was when she looked out across the expanse of Destiny City, wondering if there would be more corruptions tonight. Would it be someone she knew? Someone who could have risen to greatness as a paragon of good and hope and light? Was that sort of unattainable existence what the myth of the Moon Queen was all about? It was difficult to say, and it was then that Kallichore wished with all her heart that she had the same knowledge as Kurma, who seemed to walk in a time outside their own.

She had learned so much from him and yet, where was he now?

"Maybe I'm thinking too much about it. I just... I regret not killing him when I had the chance." Red gloved hands balled into fists and tears came to her eyes, guilt and shame all over again. "Had I killed him then, those civilians wouldn't have been targeted for his sick games. Not everyone could be saved but I had hope that maybe, if I let him go just as you and Pasiphae and Ganymede would have done, then perhaps he would not become a monster... but he did. And all those people suffered because of it."

But I am not the angel you three are.

"...Valhalla, is their blood on my hands for my inaction?"