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While senshi goofing off was nothing new, it wasn't something he particularly condoned, especially given the state affairs within the city and the fact that well- he was poised to start a blood bath.

Picking up on a newer, weaker senshi via his phone, Castor made his way over, jumping to the dancing girl with a slightly confused look. "....Is this a new tactic they're teaching? Look silly and vulnerable so we can target them easier?"
He was genuinely concerned if that was the case.

He was guessing that she was just not paying much mind then. Still dangerous. "I was able to get this close and you weren't doing anything to stop me. Let alone question. I would recommend you not resort to such a tactic unless you have an ally or are very very purposely luring, are 100-% focused on your surroundings, and have the power to back up your risky behavior."

His tone wasn't one of anger but rather mild concern.

"Castor, Prince of hail. You wouldn't know me given I've been gone for a few years. And you?" He leaned on an old chimney. "I know it's not music at least."

"Not to be an a** but-" words that often prelude a** like words, "-we don't have time for fun." Said the senshi who'd once gone drinking with a negaverse agent and had a T tattooed on his a** to show for it. "You need to be hunting and destroying forces and seeds of chaos. The fun can come when we've won this war."

Which would be never. No point is saying that though.

"Nice to meet you Magrez of Eggs. Interesting power- though not the oddest I've heard." He shrugged, smiling when she asked if he was indeed, royal. "And yes. Prince Castor. Royalty, though not of the white moon's court. My treaty with them has been dissolved for quite some time now."

Castor smirked as she seemed to not be offended by his words. That was a always a plus. "I'll trust you as far as goop goes. Getting bloody is bad enough, no need to get egg on my face." He smiled at his own terrible joke.

He was considering the senshi for a while, noting the poofing pants. First normal shorts now poof pants. Cosmos certain had a way with design. "But goop doesn't do much aside from hinder. I hope you use those opportunities wisely?" He left it open. Did she flee did she fight, did she kill? "After all, slowing them down doesn't stop them. Not permanently at least." And there was the implication of his thoughts.

"I am Castor, once the head of the Castorian empire, though that lifetime ended a long while back." Along with many other things. "I fight to destroy chaos. It's as simple as that. If you stand in my way you become an enemy, if you aid me, you become an ally. Soon enough, I'll be enforcing that policy. Maybe get some of the spineless senshi to actually think about what and who they're fighting for and against." A bite laced his words as he stared down at Megrez. "That does beg the question- why do you fight?"

The more Castor listened the angrier he felt. No so much with her, but with the senshi, with what they had become. That even after so long, there was so little. It was like they had been deprived of the one thing they represented. Order. "First off." He cracked his fingers, one by one. "You have to learn to stomach killing. Helping kill is fine, but on your own-letting them go will not stop them. It won't teach them a lesson. Most of them enjoy what they do. They willingly are killing their own people blinded by a cause that will ultimately cost them everything."

He wished that talking was an option, but that wasn't the case, not anymore.

"...." A deep breath he considered it. "Have you ever been to your home world? You real home?" His head tilted up, as if he could see past the harsh lights of the city into the stars themselves. "Have you ever dreamed of the past? Lived a life that ended years ago?" Looking her in the eyes, he let her see what had died in him, what he remembered. "Have you seen the results of a genocide?"

He doubted it.

"Chaos killed worlds. It killed my people. You say you must- That doesn't have a reason, just an poor excuse." Tongue clicked, clearly not pleased with her answer. "Go home. Look at your world. Look at what is left of it. Think of those who died, the ones who you can't even remember; those ones who would have trusted you, placed their lives in your hands- you were once a senshi, you were a symbol of something greater. Senshi carry the heart of their worlds inside of them and they killed us. You say you must fight but not why. You never chose to enter a war?" Bitterness and anger laced his tone. "No-You've just been reborn into it."

Ice was at the tips of his hair, around him, the air chilled. "....I am sorry." It was a shift. "I don't..." He clicked his tongue again trying to find the words. "I remember more than many. Down to the very last breath I took. This body, this life, might be different, but my memories are the same. Chaos took everything from me. And now it does so again, on earth. You want a real reason to fight- Fight to save a world from ending. Fight because if we do not earth's future will end." The thought of it hurt. "And the last hope we have to restore what was taken from us will be lost with it."

He wanted to hit her. Part of his anger was at his own feelings, another, at the fact that he felt like he'd failed her. Failed senshi. She shouldn't be sorry. She should just feel... well he thought she ought to feel something other than 'sorry'.

"Look." He held out his hand. "Go home. Take some gear for a trip. Stay a day or two. Try to connect with your world. Look for answers, look for your past." His hand glowed, his crystal briefly forming before vanishing. "We have different pasts, but the thing is our worlds lost us, they lost us and our people suffered, they died. Now it's happening again- and if we fail there is no certainty we'll come back again to fix it. If we could come back at all. If you think you can't kill? Think harder. You are a senshi. You were born to fight. You were born to fight and destroy chaos. That means you will have to kill. Go home. Go home and think about it." A step away.

"You told me why you fight. But not for who. When you have that answer? Call me."

Castor smirked and pulled her phone from her hands, quickly adding his own number. Once his number was added- "I am also open to more personal calls if need be." He winked, starting his walk away.