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His presence was overwhelming, the sheer aura of a Chaos Royal was never something to be trifled with. Indeed, despite all her encounters with auras on both sides, her own included, there was something about those of Chaos alignment that made her skin turn to gooseflesh. Her heart would race when one flared up somewhere in the distance, wondering if he was who she thought it was. Would Kallichore be ready to face that day, should Ares ever return?

When she lost Themisto, she thought, no, I am not ready. I cannot fight this battle. and retreated to find herself. It was only recently that she returned, renewed though sorrowful, to the front lines. To do Sibyl's work, to do the work the moon had charged her with years ago.

Now that she was faced with one of Ares' own, out in the open, waiting. She would rise to greet him from the dank and dark underground. Remarque, she remembered him, she remembered that had and those wings from the White Phoenix ambush. They had failed but Kallichore had remembered his face, his rank, his name. She knew he had reported to Ares, at least at some point, before his Queen's disappearance. She watched him with curious chocolate eyes from under a dilapidated awning sagging with rainfall. It rained so much in Destiny City these days. Was it weeping? Curling her fingers through charcoal hair, she steeled herself and transformed, stepping out into the streets rich with dirt and despair. She wouldn't run.

She had questions.

The Princess of Madness was silent as she ascended the old and broken fire escape to confront Prince Remarque where he stood on the rooftops. Her curiosity, genuine and needed, kept driving her. When she stood before him, Kallichore squared her shoulders. "Remarque." said she, thanking Destiny City for not wielding thunder against them. "....is this how you had planned things to be? How Ares planned it all to be?"

That wasn't the response she had imagined she'd received and she tilted her head oddly to watch him. Was he not tied to Ares' hip, her memory? Was Remarque not a follower of the Queen of Smoke, her Court all but a religion in its devotion? That was an interesting and unexpected proposition, given what Kallichore had thought, and assumed, of the Court she nearly belonged to at one point.

"So I assume she's still gone?" Good. Maybe she found a nice pocket of space to take her horde to and once the Earth is cleansed, so too shall they be.

Kallichore took a few steps towards him, lifting the longer, more cumbersome portions of her dress. Whoever had decided a practically immobile design was best should be taken out back and shot. One could not perform combat duties dressed like Morticia Addams in white. "What would your perfect future be, Remarque? Mine would not have ended up like this."

She took the time then to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Prince, though not too close, and cast her gaze out over the city. He declared that there was still time to change things and Kallichore could not help but agree, wondering just how their ideas on the execution of the change would differ. "There are so many people who've become lost because of all this." murmured the princess, hands clasped to her chest, almost in a prayer. "Families have been torn apart or eradicated altogether. Some live in terror of the day the Negaverse comes pounding at their door. Where will their children be safe? Are their children unawakened senshi? I hate to make the comparison, but I feel this is frighteningly similar to how the Jews felt."

Indeed, pushing down their true identities in the hopes that they wouldn't be discovered and tortured, if not outright killed. And what of their families?

After a sacred moment of silence, the princess turned to Remarque and looked up at his face. Both of them were weary from war. "Remarque, what would you do? To change all of this?" She made a sweeping gesture, encompassing the derelict streets, the broken homes, the businesses long forgotten now that commerce was all but monopolized by Chaos, the very faction Remarque was a part of.