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Chalcanthite had been worried since the events of Das Gift, he was torn between his duty as a Negaverse Captain and his own feelings to protect the white moon senshi named Leda. He would not openly help her that night but perhaps he could convince her to join him on the Negaverse side. He walked to the park quietly but quickly, where he had sensed the senshi's aura. Would she run away like she had the last time or would she actually talk with him. Part of him ached from the fear of not knowing, for once he was actually nervous to talk to someone. With a small sigh he stood behind a tree and watched quietly for a moment, wondering where the Senshi was and if she had noticed him as well. Tonight he had his viola with him in its case if he needed to power down to avoid being noticed by her or if he needed to play an innocent bystander if reinforcements arrived.

All the while he went over what he would say to her in his head, he wanted to let her know he was worried and that he would help in anyway he could. There was so much more he wanted to say but he remained calm, she may not even listen to him after the events of that nightmarish warehouse. Some of the things he had seen would not leave the back of his mind no matter what he did. He did have some triumphs though, he had managed to momentarily disable one of the senshi as well as getting Bischofite out of there even if it was a little bit too late. With a slight cringe he peeked around in the darkness, scanning with a blank look on his face.

He froze for a moment, unsure if she would leave or attack. With slow and fluid steps, he made his way up to her with his hand that was not holding the instrument case up in a pose that meant no harm. When he was close enough to see her face to face, he hid his fears and smiled warmly at her.

"Good evening dear miss, there is no need for violence. I have been worried about you since seeing you at the warehouse on that nightmare of an evening. Were you harmed at all? I apologize if I have shown up at a bad time, I just happened to sense you while venturing back from my usual practicing venue. It is a shame that you were not there to hear but perhaps in the future I could play for you." With that he set his instrument case down and turned to look at a bench, wondering if she would want to sit or not. Perhaps the swings that were a behind her would be a pleasant place to sit as well but it all depended on what she thought.

He absentmindedly moved his hand up to adjust his glasses but quickly remembered that he had his contacts in, blushing slightly in embarrassment. Many ideas floated quietly in his mind, questions he wanted to ask but was unsure of his resolve to hear the answer. Maybe over time he could bring her to his side but at what cost? Would she forget him or, even worse, come to hate him after a time? It was then he noticed how she seemed troubled, much like last time but, perhaps with even more issues burdening her mind. "Perhaps we can chat for a little while? I mean no harm towards you dear miss." It was quite true but he would not simply stand there and let her kill him if it came to that either.

Chalcanthite nodded in response to her first question, then came to sit on the swing beside her with his instrument. There was still a slight twitch of worry in his eyes as he looked over at her. "I am glad that you made it out of there though, everything quickly went to hell so to speak. The events that unfolded there will haunt me for quite awhile it seems." He thought back to the image of that female General's blade pierced through Bischofite and shuddered slightly, trying to push it back into the far depths of his thoughts.

"It would be a joy to play for you, if you do not mind." A warm smile lit up his face once more as he swung slightly on the swing, it had been awhile since he had been on one. "This fighting almost has no goal or meaning it seems, at times, that it almost seems like fighting for the sake of fighting. There needs to be some sort of balance or at least a sense of order in the events that go on." For a moment he paused as she asked a question he almost never wanted to answer, that image of the new and youma-like Bischofite slowly flickered into the front of his mind as a ghostly reminder.

His smile faded for a moment as if ice grew over his features and eyes once more. "Iscariot happened..." Usually he was one of many words but the things he saw still bothered him and he was unsure if the things he knew we allowed to be spoken of. At this point he turned to her, with his sad eyes but solemn face. "Events that I wish I could have done anything to prevent, things that I can never forget. The gate of hell was opened and a temptress took a victim with her down to the inner most circle. I pulled him out of that building but..." Bischofite was no longer the same. His memory flashed back to when Bischofite frantically tried to pull off the wings which had now become part of him. He pulled into himself for a moment and looked down at his instrument, thinking back to the pain and bloodshed that surrounded that as well.

His silence was broken by the small apologetic utterance from the senshi which caused him to turn and face her again. "No you are fine, almost perfect company. I am just, perhaps we both are, a little haunted by the past at this moment. I just wish that there could be even a small time that we were not plagued by the past. Do you agreed dear miss?"

For a moment he wanted to sit in silence as he thought back to all the things he has seen in his short life. Back to inheritance scrambles and the corruption of his family because of it, back to when he could not defend anyone. The darkness he dropped into after those events still haunted him at times, ever whispering words of cynicism. He returned his gaze to his feet as he swung slightly on the swing. The usually wordy Aloysious was now at a loss for words and it bothered him slightly but he did not want to say anything to hurt her feelings or put her in a worse state of mind. His own darkness should not plague those around him.

"It really is, sometimes it is almost too much to bear." The slight shudder in his voice surprised him for a moment but then he smiled just a little when she had agreed with him. He pushed his own darkness back into its caged before he stood up off of the swing. He turned to face her for a moment as she spoke, a warm smile swept across his face as she asked him to play.

"Oh it would be my pleasure dear miss, perhaps I will play something a little uplifting first?" He carefully removed his bow from the case and applied a proper amount of rosin before also removing his viola from the case. After a few adjustments he began to play a light melody, the sound floated through the air as the bow vibrated across the strings smoothly in the cold air of the night. After a few minutes he changed to a different song, the change was not only in the song though. His whole body language and musical mannerisms changed as a somber melody now sang quietly. His eyes were closed as each note came not only from his instrument but from himself, from both the darkness and his heart. A quiet but enchanting melody was not only a song to him but how he felt, that loneliness he had always had inside him was much like the out range where the melody that was playing dropped off only to be eaten by the various noise in the night. It comforted him though, sharing this song with another on a night as nice as this.

Aloysious carefully put the viola away in its case along with the bow before returning to his seat on the swing set. He smiled at her complements,they meant a lot to him and warmed him up a little inside. "Thank you, I try my best to try and improve every day. It feels like almost yesterday was the first day I played my instrument to be honest but, I have been playing since I can remember." He chuckled slightly thinking back to when he began, it wasn't much fun because his great grandfather would always push him to have the correct posture and practice often.

"I do play a few recitals and compose a couple pieces myself but I do not consider myself famous nor do I really want to because like one of the recent musicians with all their scandals and auto tune." He made a sour face while thinking of all the lip syncing people he had noticed during some of the shows and concerts he had gone to in the past. He looked over towards her once more, noticing the tiredness more now than before. Had she not been sleeping well or was she ill perhaps? He fought the urge to trace the side of her face with his hand and pull her in for a kiss.

"I understand, I was being honest about my intentions though that meant nothing since you do not really know me as well as the fact that I am on the opposite side that you are. I do have to say your choice in coffee is not that bad, I tried a bit of your drink after I finished my own that evening. Maybe in the future we can perhaps grab a coffee or sit and chat for awhile, I may have my current piece complete by then as well."