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It was only once there was some distance between them and the park that ********* even dared to speak. It wasn't difficult to tell that Irene was shaken up by the whole experience. In all honesty, the manx was a bit shaken up as well. Quenton's actions were extreme and left the Mauvian wondering about his actual goals as a senshi.

There had been doubts about the chances for success for this sort of attempt, but that didn't make it any less disappointing. Glancing up to the senshi who held her, the manx softly asked "How are you holding up, Irene?"

It was sometimes the simplest question which was the most difficult to answer. Leaning her head against the girl's gloves, she reminded her "...don't forget to power down once we are safe..."

It wasn't an answer to her question, and ********* knew that. She wasn't shunning the question, but it took more thought to keep the answer somewhat intelligent.

"...it means that it wasn't the correct solution." That was the logical response which was offered first. "Many of us went in knowing that this was a possibility, but we still put our faith into Iris' crystal. It doesn't make anything less disappointing."

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, briefly picturing Quenton's actions with dealing with Bischofite.

"...people deal with their disappointments in different ways. Some will ponder the deeper meanings. Some will shed tears, releasing the sorrow from their eyes. Some will resort to anger and violence... punch the nearest wall and act on stupid impulses..."

The manx cat paused before adding. "I truly don't know the whys to all of this...but it is important to try and keep a clear head about the situation... otherwise worse tragedies could arise..."

Once the glamor had faded and Irene was left as Lydia, the cat shifted so that she pet the girl's arm. It was a sort of role reversal for a cat to be petting a human, but it was necessary at this point.

"...I can't answer that one, unfortunately. I do not know what his full situation entails. We can continue to try and figure out a solution if he does decide to blame the condition he is in now upon an ambush... I do not imagine his situation being ideal right now... but I do not know if death would ultimately be the best solution..."

Still stroking Lydia's arm with her little feline arm, ********* asked "...do you think you'll be able to handle giving the report, or do you want me to deliver the information?"

********* seemed to consider the question, and with the accompanying jingle of her collar, she shook her head from side to side.

"...I don't think it will harm our goals if anything. The Negaverse already paints the Senshi and other forces of Order as the enemy. If the conditions are as terrible as Psyche or Kairatos had to endure during their time with Chaos... I do not think any proclamations by the Negaverse stating we are the enemies... will truly hold."

Having finished petting the human, she chuckled very faintly. "...Perhaps I am just an optimist like that!"

"I got tacos." Xanthus might not have remembered pre-purification time in which he had met some of Ellie's crowd, but he knew *********, and had to figure she wouldn't have gone far from Ellie's crew, so.. well... hopefully she wasn't trying to mooch from normal humans in which case this would sound like the worlds worst, creepiest pick up line, and he was trying to find ways to clean up tar or similar substances on his cell phone, since the soap at the Taco King hadn't really helped much. "Is he still pissed?"

When the guy on the doorstep held up a bag of tacos rather than a weapon, Lydia relaxed a little. Surely no one would attack her with tacos. Though given some weapons she had seen Negaversers wield, that wasn't a guarantee. She relaxed more when ********* reassured her, and nodded in understanding. Though she had been present for Kairatos' purification, she hadn't seen his other form, since she'd needed to take Ellie home.

And now they were all there, but under far less encouraging circumstances. Lydia sighed and knelt down to take the key out of the fake stone, more than willing to let ********* explain for the moment. She wasn't sure she could go through what had happened more than once.

Once the key was free, she unlocked the door and held it open. "Shall we?"

If it were a more normal time of the day, the cat would have had no problem trotting along the house. However, it was the middle of the night and there were two sleeping adults in one of the other rooms. It would have been inconsiderate to go jingling around the household. So instead the manx simply walked carefully in, easily guiding the way to Ellie's room.

Up the stairs and into the room with a door cracked, the cat managed to squirm her way into the proper room.

Who the hell needed covers when you had a mattress to flatten yourself on top of. Ellie was sprawled out, seemingly conked out. However, as she heard the door open, her eyes fluttered open halfway.

"...okay... th'f*ck's up?"

"If it had worked perfectly I would have been blown clear out of my boots in surprise." Kairatos provided, putting the taco bag down near the plump gray-blue cat. "Here you go, fluff-beast."

He shrugged and tucked his hands into his pocket as he straightened up.

"...I'll see if I can catch up to him. If he cools down he might be open to us trying to get some more information... I mean... if he doesn't try and take my face off or something."

He was honestly surprised that Ellie was even awake, given how drained she'd been that he remembered.

"You want me to save you some take out before ********* gets it all, or are you good?"

He left off 'Sparklefists' because she also had fast fists, and if she had energy to be awake he'd be surprised if she didn't also have the energy to fire an alarm clock into his junk.