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The arrival of another body didn't go unnoticed, and while he'd been enjoying his nap, having to stay hidden and henshined was taxing on his body in general. At the very least he mused, the voice was one he knew, though with it came his usual sense of dread. "If you're anything like me, going home would be a hell of a lot better than trying to maintain yourself here." He didn't bother hide his footsteps as he walked to where he'd heard her voice. Knowing far to well how so many reacted towards surprises.

His own uniform was stained a deep red and brown, the feathers of his 'bow' caked together in the most unflattering of ways. While his face and arms were clean it was clear what he'd been doing before the rain had begun. And how long he'd been resting. Bags under his eyes, hair a mess, the royal of hail looked more a vagabond that a powerful force that embodied that nature of an entire world.

Not saying anything beyond his hello, Castor made his way over to a nearby cupboard, pulling out one of the few towels they had- even if it smelled like mildew, it would do it's job. Still in offering the cloth he gave his fellow senshi a very small smile. "Or would a shot of jack be better?"

He listened to her, something that had taken a while for him to just do when others talked. He'd been brasher in his youth, to much ready to fight rather than listen and maybe try to talk it out. Or just thing for once in his life about things being said, told to him. Running fighters through his hair the unkempt mess was a touch better, the strands falling into place and odd strands forced to lay flat.

Reaching behind him, he kept his movements slow and measured. Nemesis and he had never been allies outright, and while things might have died down a tad, things were tense as usual. Then again, things were always tense when you were on the run every single second. A small flask he tossed it to her. "Whiskey. Tastes like a cheap jack knock off but it burns on the way down. Some punk thought it would be fine to drink on the job." He didn't offer an explanation beyond that. He felt it unnecessary.

"You can have it if you want- I'd probably chug it the second I was home anyway. Helps suppress the memories sometimes." He looked around the place and seeing no real spot to so much site, he chose to lean himself on the wall, arms folding back behind his head in a pose reminiscent of his former more casual self.

"My fabulous war looks aside, I take it that you've heard the news? No crew but rather going the road of a basic quarantine. Not to mention a boost in their 'donation' quota." The disdain in his voice was thick. "We're going to be grasping at straws to survive soon enough."

For him the memories were ones of a lost life, a wasted past that had been reborn in the hopes of a granted wish only to discover that it would not be granted - this time. Castor had long resigned himself to accepting that fact, and had taken to forcing down the shame of such a failure.

"We don't live. We survive. All we can do for now." His fingers picked at the wall, wishing he could afford a nice bed like he used to have- that maybe he should treat himself to one if he could find such a magical place that would offer a real bed.

"We keeping going until we burn out and die- after that we wait a good thousand year and poof." He waved his hand in the air. "We're back for another round. Get kind of tiring though. Maybe in another life they'll give us a break." He doubted it. War was war, and this was one bound for eternity. "In any case the camps will be getting more rowdy I suspect. What was scare will just become more scarce, and soon after fights will break out over supplies, mothers will worry over their children- People will start to flee. The city might be the home of loved ones, but the fact is there are other places they might survive unnoticed, might pretend to be normal."

He lowered his arms, staring at Nemesis as if waiting for her to correct him.
"Do you really think we can take this for much longer? If at all?"

"That's up to the cauldron unfortunately. We could purify everything, but a thousand years is a long time. It's no promise of a better tomorrow or a worse one. Though most have given up on recolonizing given the difficulty to just get basic supplies to even start cultivating let alone populating." His voice grated on the word, an issue he was not too happy with. "As a species, in theory, we can't die out- not without significant direct losses." His eyes breifly went towards her chest. Not our of anything sexual, but more to what was under the skin- her very crystal- her starseed. "Senshi are born to those who possess starseeds and right now, that means pretty exclusively humans." For now- the big ifs. The mysteries. The cycle would sustain itself but if an entire species was wiped out then it would be a slow wait until a new race was able to host the souls of order.

He eyed the flask he'd given her, near regretting giving it over. The future was grim and for all they did to ignore the reality was stupid. They would die. They would lose earth. This was a war that could not be won as things were. "We could do it you know. Kill all of them. Amass our powers and strike as one." They could kill every negaverse and corrupt agent in the city- as well as every other living thing and person within.

But it would kill them. It was a gamble, and one with odds stacked against them. If they failed then not only would they die, they would likely be taking all their supporters and kin with them. There were too few senshi willing to take such a risk- let alone senshi willing to support an act that would harm the so called innocents of Destiny City.

"Is it wrong that sometimes I think it would be better to just kill them all? The civilians- just how many really are innocent? How many have sold out each other just to make fast cash, to save their own skins?" Castor's eyes went to the door. "If I became the terrorist they claim I am, would it really matter at this point? Sometimes I really wonder."

A silent nod. "It's understandable. I- well." He smiled, bitterness in his words. "I don't see much a future for earth- not unless we go the route of the drastic blood thirsty prince." He even managed a laugh, though it too was bitter.

Flask caught, he quickly knocked it back before tossing it in what looked like a trashcan. It might have been someone's stash spot. He didn't particularly know or care.

" If we could... I'd take us away from it all. Go home. To just have the smell of the ice every morning- to hear the owls and horses again, so see the flowers blooming-" Memories of her. Memories of everything that had gone so horribly wrong.

Memories and dreams that would never happen again, not even in another lifetime.
"You have more hope than me Nemesis. Pretty sure I lost mine a long time ago. Maybe if I had kids I'd feel the same." But he didn't, yet another reason he was so lacking. "You think, that maybe, just maybe, we could save them? Truely, save them from their corruption?"

"We all think we could do it I think. Save, rebuild- but there is only so much we can do. Set the ground work. See how long we can last." He pushed off the wall, stretching out his back and arms, making his way for the door.

"I envy you Nemesis. I envy your hope." Opening the door, the rain still poured. One look back at her and he smiled. "Save earth Nemesis, because I don't think I can."

He didn't look back as he walked into the rain, ready to do what had to be done, just to survive.