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"Kairatos of Mars" Was the answer, as Kairatos answered the call that he assumed was coming from the Page signature in the area, heading in that direction. "And you?" He didn't recognize the voice, but that covered quite a lot of ground really.

It was at least a fairly quiet night so far, a little meet and greet couldn't hurt. Any enemies that popped up would be far enough away that he'd have to hope that someone else could handle them anyway.

"It is a little funny." Kairatos admitted. "I keep hearing there aren't too many of us around, I've only met two." Though that being said, he'd met far fewer knights than he had actually seen. If nothing else, visits to Olympus Mons had done that much. "Yeah kinda. If I find something I'll handle it, but sometimes it's nice just to go crash around and see if trouble finds me or runs when it senses me coming. Might as well before it gets too cold to really stay powered up long."

"Lives?" Kairatos raised an eyebrow at the phrasing. Other than reincarnation, as far as he knew, there were ghosts, so the idea of someone having been actually living rather than lingering at a wonder made for a rather unique mental image.

"It's a mix, lots of stables, and I know there's a... " He gestured vaguely. "Sort of a Colluseum but really it was a maze? But I haven't explored that yet. We bred and raised bulls for war." He tapped the bull head imprinted on his armor, though the Bulls head perched on his shoulder was no less obvious. "Reincarnated. No ancestor kicking around." He added, by way of explanation. "How's that work out? The Ancestor thing?"

"Oh that joke has happened. And you could probably make some 'get the horns' jokes too. I tackled an General and nailed him with the horns on this b*****d." He flicked the horns on his shoulder piece with a certain amount of pride.

"I can go about once a week, but I know it's different depending on your strength. Not that I actually go on a weekly basis. Got too much to do around here." He shrugged. "Was he from earth, or Mars?" He wondered, curiously. He didn't remember much about the other knights of Mars, only about his own life so far.

Kairatos posture changed at the question, drawing up a little maybe, his expression just a little less welcoming and bright. He wondered what Glitner had seen, but he could guess, and he didn't like it.

"It very much depends on the agent." He answered, maybe a hair stiffly. "If I don't have to. Not at all."

The guy looked... well he didn't look young. Not much younger than Kairatos himself, but right until he asked that he wouldn't have put that question in that mouth.

"Obviously it depends on the agent, and the survival of the people you're trying to protect, and your own... but once you've made that choice you can't undo it. Ever."

He took a deep breath before he continued. "You can't save the dead, you just send them back to the Cauldron if you're lucky, and you can't save someone who you give reason to think you're the villain they've been told you are. And no matter who else tells you otherwise, they. Can. Be saved. They're us. They're knights, corrupted by chaos, without even knowing who they might have been or who they could be. Like I was."

He wasn't sure if it was a wise thing to announce to someone who might have already been sold on Castor and his tiny pack of murder pets, but he was pretty sure it was the right thing to say. Besides, he'd promised from the get go he wouldn't keep it a secret. He might not have it marked on his skin like Hvergelmer did, but he didn't care to break his promise either.

"Considering that I outrank you for power, I'd give you props for trying to attack me." Kairatos allowed a hint of amusement to creep back onto his face, a little spark back in his eyes as he did so. "I was agent Realgar. I purified with Iris's help. Many agents either don't get a choice when they're corrupted, or get the choice to join or die. Then serve or die, or worse than die. We can purify a willing human agent, but after that... after that who knows. And they know their targets. How to isolate and shape them, teach them to bow down and serve for a scrap of acknowledgement."

He was relieved at least that Glitnir was listening. That was something anyway, even if it was... damned difficult not to let his voice shake with anger thinking about the way he'd been groomed... the way he'd allowed himself to be treated.

"They also tell their agents that they'll hunt down and kill traitors, but so far, that's been as much a lie as them telling a bunch of desperate souls that they've finally found the family and support and purpose they need. It's like a giant, factory created abusive relationship, at least... for some."

"It's an excellent reason to stop them, but it's also why I..." Hm, what was a better phrase than want to kick repeatedly in the junk?

"...Strongly disagree with anyone who thinks the best choice of how to do this is to slaughter them from the lowest up. While some of them are legitimately monstrous people who've found their niche, some of them are victims. We don't go out and kill other people for being sucked into an abusive relationship, we shouldn't here either, not unless we have no other option. Not saying it's the easy road. ******** I was a right b*****d. I imagine I looked pretty ******** hopeless right until I showed up asking to change sides." He had to admit that. It wasn't like digging wouldn't turn it up anyway. "Murder is a tool of Chaos. Putting someone down should never be out first choice. It validates everything the General Kings want everyone to believe about us, it brings us to their level, and that's not a good thing."

He paused and added. "And yeah, she's the Senshi of Rainbows. Don't let the sphere fool you, about ninety perfect of the time she's rude and punchy. She can get a little weird when she puts the big wings on though, like she suddenly gets all froofroo. Get's the job done though."