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Now that Parthenope had managed to meet her expectations with his rank, her teammate was no longer suspended from senshi-duties. Which meant that they could patrol.

...and it meant that Iris could wait for Parthenope to show up for said patrol.

As discreet as it was for the eternal senshi to do such, she stood waiting on top of a light-post, looking around for any hint of the Senshi of Tar. It was within an acceptable distance from the ground, so it was quite easy for her to stay in place rather than panic and fall on her a**.

The first thing she ended up spotting was far too pink to be her teammate, and her lips formed a rather solid frown.

Labyrinthite...

With Parthenope on the way, this could be extremely awkward, or just plain awkward.

Iris remained upon the lamppost, merely watching and observing as the Captain drew closer. It was only when he called out for her that she pointed out "...I ain't hiding... just look up..."

There were several other lampposts in the pathway, leaving plenty of room for the Captain to follow in her footsteps if he so desired. If anything, the eternal senshi wasn't about to abandon her post yet.

She couldn't say she pitied him and his nonsensical mumbo-jumbo. The Captain Labyrinthite was not the sort she could trust, and pity was only a luxury she'd allow for someone she could trust.

"...clearly I'm th' dog in that scenario... f*ck cats and f*ck mice!" Though her statement was making light of his, it was spoken in a far more serious tone.

Even in what could be called the boy's "grief," the blonde seemed to stand her ground (which was quite lacking at the moment). Her arms crossed as she considered the statement.

"If life were easy, it would be boring. I challenge you."

Her head tilted slightly. "...why do you think the Chaos pulsing through you is the solution...? If we humans were meant to be filled with chaos... we'd be born that way..." The Negaverse could think of the senshi as aliens all they wanted, but this Iris had been born to Earth, and was born as a human. To Hell with the Silver Millennium at that moment.

You chose the drugs...

It was a silent observation on her part as she listened to his perspective on the whole ordeal that was Chaos. It enhanced the humans it inflicted, this much she could not argue against. However, it ultimately was leading to the destruction of their soul.

Rather than pursue her own original prompt, she decided to build off of his own exclamation. "...how do you have nothing to lose?" It was probably a very tender subject, considering how worked up he was in comparison to her. However, Iris was somehow managing to maintain her cool in all this.

Who was in control at this moment was almost debatable. She did not seem to read more like the senshi or more like the princess. Perhaps it was a middle ground at that moment.

If there was a wall to punch, it would have been punched.

However, considering where she stood at that moment, it would not be happening. So instead, she briefly lifted a leg enough to stomp her heel against the lamppost.

"...f*ckin' hate those kind of senshi..."

She had seen it before, so hearing a horror story (no matter how brief) about the loss of parents due to a senshi's hand was not unlikely.

In a quieter tone more to herself than anything, she murmured "...don't understand what th'f*ckin' uniform stands for..."

However, she didn't lose focus on the rest of the story.

"...well... if yer gonna think about it like that... then yeah... what's one more life? However... one more life is everything... no one life is more important... or more special than another..."

There was a pause as she set her foot more normally on the lamppost. "...maybe corny or whatever... but every life is precious in th'spectrum of things..."

For a brief moment, there was a heated flicker of gold that seemed to dance in Iris' eyes, though it was probably not very noticeable with the distance between the pair. Her back straightened a bit as she remained upon her post.

"No sh*t it won't keep ya from dyin'... everythin' is destined t'die after it's born... however, not everything truly lives... if yer gonna sit 'round and think of yerself as a dispensible pawn rather than live yer life... well... that's up t'ya..."

She could have easily gone on about how she remembered her own death from the Silver Millennium. However, she would have only sounded like someone who deserved to be in an insane asylum, so that particular aspect of death went untouched.

Fingers briefly ran through the strands of her hair as she brushed them out of her way. The wind seemed to catch upon the loose hair, whipping the strands back in the air.

"...I just thought ya had more balls t'ya than resignin' t'be a soulless puppet t'the Negaverse..."

Her head tilted very dramatically at certain points of his semi-monologue. At his final accusation, Iris finally cut in with a sharp tone.

"I hear an awful lot 'bout how none of this is yer fault... and I am failin' to hear any ownership. 'It's th'Negaverse's fault, it's Iris' fault, it's th'war's fault'... so none of this is on yer own hands? Yer jus' perfect lil' Labyrinthite, the victim who is destined to die?"

A rather throaty sound escaped her and soon enough she spat to the side (unfortunate for anybody who might have been underneath her lamppost). It had clearly been for dramatic effect if anything, for she continued on rather easily.

"Grow th'f*ck up! You don't like th'condition yer kept in with th'Negaverse? Then f*ckin' cut yer ties... there ARE ways t'get out... but if yer not gonna... then stop f*ckin' whinin' about how this is everyone else's fault but yer own!"

She snapped back, "I never said anythin' about leavin' bein' easy!"

She had seen personally two separate accounts now for individuals cutting their Negaverse ties. Her own teammate, unfortunately, was not able to speak English very easily, and lost everything she had to the swap. And a particular blonde knight at least was able to retain some of his memories from his previous life, but ultimately was having a difficult time adjusting to the daily aspects of life. There was a constant potential that either one could easily be killed just over the fact they had once served the Negaverse and had severed their ties.

Her gaze intensified upon the Captain. "Anythin' worth ANYTHIN' requires effort... th' more effort... the more worthwhile it is! You can keep playin' victim all ya want... however, it ain't my fault... like it ain't yer fault that I got pushed off a buildin'..."

It might have seemed odd, but with one hand she reached behind her and the next moment she had that very same hand pulled back to the front with a brightly colored phone in it. She obviously seemed to be typing something on it with her thumb, but without even looking up, she said "...That was my own fault fer havin' my head all th'way up my own a**!"

Having sent the message to Parthenope that she was changing the meeting point, she dropped down from the lamppost back to the ground.

She didn't even look back up to the Captain as she began to walk away. If he was as weak as he kept going on about, then he wasn't going to follow her.