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Stay low, stay hidden, and keep to himself. Honestly, nothing all that different from what Pollux had been doing years prior. His contacts were limited, and with his lovely sibling's recent 'polite re-introduction' to Chronos had gone over so wonderfully well, Pollux was having to play politic on behalf of his brother.

It was all very familiar.

And annoying as he recalled it being.

Jumping roof to roof was like riding a bike. You never really forgot. Plus having kept on on physical training helped. Landing on a small business, the senshi of frost looked for any bodies nearby- friendly or not. Information was information. And he needed it from whomever could provide. It was his luck though, that what appeared to be a senshi wasn't to far away.

"Ei, tu. Tipo." His Italian was automatic, pausing when he realized that he'd fallen to his recent habit. "Senshi."

Pollux rolled his eyes, jumping towards the other senshi, arms crossed and looking more than slightly annoyed. "Tipo." He said again, purposely laying on the accent. "You trying to get yourself killed or are you trying to get yourself killed?"

The click of his boots on the rooftop echoed only a slight bit in the open air, "Who are you and of what power? Who do you answer to?" Pollux snapped his fingers even. "Come on chop chop haven't got all day you know. Places to be, people to kill- Chaos doesn't hunt itself."

PHe wasn't sure if this kid was just new or just no one was really teaching the senshi anything and he was guessing it was that no one was teaching the senshi anything. "Tipo..." Rubbing his fingers to his temple, Pollux sighed and shook his head. "One- be on guard and on point at all times when powered up. Had I been an agent you'd be dead at best, possibly corrupted, or at worst, your starseed devoured and thus your entire home sent to die. When you power up be alert." He stalked closer, frustration evident in his posture.

"Two I don't care about your little experiences. I asked for a name, a power, and who you have an allegiance to, who's your boss. White moon? One of the other Royals? Zodiacs? Free agent? No Team? Time is valuable and you're wasting it and mine."

"Pollux, Senshi of Frost, Brother of Prince Castor. And yes- Killing. The thing we're supposed to be doing?"

The senshi of frost just stared wondering if he was just on edge, or, he had taken his day's stress out on the other senshi. Relaxing after a deep breath, Pollux held his hand out. "I don't like the idea of one of our own being such an easy target."

"You need one." Was Pollux's quick assessment. "A senshi with sub pair training and no aid is a walking target. Only those who have the confidence and abilities to go alone should." Sizing the guy up, Pollux figured he might as well attempt to help. It was more his brother's area, and his failings with being 'nice' or rather personable.

"....." Listening though, it was becoming more and more clear that this senshi, and others needed not just direction, but knowledge of what they were fighting. Not to mention he could see what violence would be an issue with this one in particular.

"I'm afraid you won't end up having the luxury of being able to avoid fighting or violence. Those of chaos will kill you at best- they will corrupt you, devour you and destroy you if you don't stand and face them. It's not a matter of being pro-violence, it's a matter of the fact that we are in a war. That we have to be proactive in order to prevent the forces of Chaos from taking everything good and leaving nothing but destruction in it's wake."

Motioning for the senshi to follow him off the roof and one the streets Pollux jumped down, a small scattering of frost forming underfoot before melting away as quickly as it had formed. "Youma are made from starseeds- the equivalent of a person's soul. When that starseed if filled with so much corruption it becomes the monsters we know as youma. At that point there is no hope to save that starseed. The person it was taken from is dead and gone." There was a graveness in his voice. "Making a starseed, a person into a youma is the same as crushing it, devouring it- That person is gone. Forever. Normally, as I am told, starseeds go through rebirth cycles. It why we have past lives. Memories of who we were before. At that point the only salvation we can offer is death."

He looked at Chaldene. "Does that help clarify why we must kill them? Why violence is the unfortunate answer?"

"Allow me to give you a very simple version-" Pollux picked at his gloves. "Chaos consumed energy- like a parasitic bug it implants itself in a host and uses that host to feed itself and grow. It seeks out new hosts to reproduce in a way. It's a parasite that once it has taken all the energy it can, will move on. Order seeks to stop this dine dash and destroy cycle. Some senshi hunt chaos for revenge, more personal reasons as you can guess. Others do it because if they don't they will be consumed like other others." An old scar on his hand, he frowned, thinking back on it.

"The negaverse uses human hosts and what does a parasite do? Remain undetected. You shouldn't be surprised by the lack of civilian backlash; they seek those who would aid their cause in more than one way. They have the benefit for being able to do so. Senshi however, do not. We're born this way. You cant force people to be born a certain way. They can- that's what they do. That's why they corrupt." Pollux kept walking, doing his best to explain. "You think like an idealist. Be a realist. You were born into a war and your enemy has nigh unlimited resources. You want a complex answer?" He shrugged. "You should visit your home world for that one."

Pollux shook his head. "Again, its parasitic. It comes, feeds until there is nothing left to prey upon, then it leaves. Think of the officers you might have encountered. They are deep in their doctrine and pulsing with power- now think like a..like an employer. If you keep what keeps your business alive and give it a reason to work for you, it's mutually beneficial. Yet what happens once it cannot return profit you anymore? That benefit of keeping them alive, or rather, employed, is now gone. Now giving them power, a paycheck if you will, is at a cost to you. So you terminate them. Business. Parasitic, basic instinct. It's logical, methodical. Right now, the negaverse is still being good in providing energy, there is still food. Big brother is a good narrative, but it goes further than that."

He shrugged, crouching as he neared the edge of an overpass, car lights illuminating the area. "The problem at hand is that our resources are traceable. Our magics are mostly unknown to us, where as they have a host with knowledge. You can hack, they can trace. You can offer a haven? Who owns that building, who owns the land, the lease? Where does the paper trail end? Where do the cameras not reach, when do they stop recording? Each movement we make must be done thinking of our footprint. Our liability. Killing agents to start our war was a very loud, direct action with very large, traceable effects. It was planned and very carefully constructed. Each line, each action- everything must be taken into consideration. Each word, each movement precise. They have the advantage we do not- so we must make our own advantages, our own risks. If you want to be an idealist..." He motioned to the cars.

"An idealist thinks that they will not crash. A realist knows they can, and will at one point in their lifetime. Both prepare for it, yet one more than the other. If you think you can avoid violence, look at it as it is. If you crush their hands, they will heal. If you remove a limb they get replaced with those of monsters and you get abominations like Tanzantite. Can you really think that they can all be saved?" He stared at the other man.
"Do you really believe that you can avoid killing? To go back to your conundrum- Humans on a whole are just like any other animal. Our difference is in our minds. This war started before the story of Serenity. This story before we ever existed likely enough."

Before the other senshi could say anything there was the ringing of a phone and Ian realizing it was his own pulled it out. The phone, given to him by a cat, was brought to his ear and a few words spoken before the dark haired male nodded once and hung up.

A quick glance to the ashy blond senshi and Chaldene was nodding his head once and smiling. "Gotta run." And turning from the other the dark haired senshi of will'o'the wisp took off into the night.