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Schörl considered a while before seeing her next object. Here was one who was reportedly older than their usual fair. That wasn't the only unusual feature. This one blazoned with a star, but not the six-pointed of Cosmos. Here was one she'd not seen before in all her time as an officer. This knight wore an eight-pointed star.

The star of Polaris, by all accounts of the emblems the knights wear. Well.

Barbary adjusted, laying paws flat on her hands and down her legs. Movement became silent. His head he kept on her shoulder, so that her voice was not muted. The General entered and approached. "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves....yet you wear one just the same. Has it granted your wishes?"

"Will it grant mine? They're very simple, I assure you."

"There is always a choice. But what a piece of uniform won't grant, I can hope you will. "

"You can choose to help me, and I will do my best in turn to help you. I have answers I have to find. Just questions and answers. " Schörl flexed a hand and fingers in the covering FlatLion velvet and green, wicked claws. "Tell me no lies, answer my questions as fully as you can and we can be friendly. "

"You spoke of touching a stick and this happened to you. Do you know who's star that is you wear? Can you tell me all about that?"

The General's Mona Lisa smile widened only a fraction, "Why not, indeed. Liberty is earned, not given. It is a privilege. It is not free. You have not yet learned how to see. "

You will, given time. My time.
'Assume.' it is Polaris.

"How did you learn your name, then, if it was not Polaris who gave it you? Why would you not be known? You need to be a good deal more expansive in your answers, luv. 'As fully as you can,' remember?" You've at least heard then that Polaris is a person. That she is a Senshi Royal, and how that is significant in some sense to you as a knight. Well. That's your warning used up, pet. Pretty pet.

"The ruler of my name, the choice of it and the bearing, it was not anointed by some other power, but forged in the void of self-mastery." The general's stance opened, more friendly in response to the extra ramblings. they spend their time at games to train? It would be, children playing at war as much as Bazzite when I was a lieutenant. One side is not so different from the other. It would require cats as this does, to hide the signatures, unless they do this offworld. They can teleport away. How many at a time? Do they do it on the moon? And a boyfriend to a princess. Quaint. But he could be useful as a bartering chip in drawing her out or tracking her down, if the months have not separated them as puppy love is often fated. The last sighting of her by agents will be wanting checked against this vague estimate of months.

"I title like 'Princess' is usually a give away for why someone is important, don't you think? " Spunky, just going on with your questions like you weren't even a captive. But it keeps a dialogue going. Establishes something of an open rapport. Well enough, pet. We'll keep it feeling casual, as you're being a little better. More friendly. "And she wasn't there to help train her own knights? Or even see her boyfriend. Was this training exercise all Polaris knights? Is 'us' a more general selection of friends? It's good someone has a head for training—"

"There are problems with idioms. They treat life....so one-dimensionally. For this to be all honey ignores that this is a war. Moreover a war spanning years on years, and far more than say...tens of people. Extending olive branches individually to every terrorist insurgent becomes more charged in cost to the people of Earth and risk to operatives. Minimizing expenditure is preferable. Knowing that Polaris' contact with her knights is minimal helps to remove her risks and history from the rest of you. You see...this is something of an unusual case today. We're given a chance to talk safely and see about olive branches and friendships."

"The 'boyfriend' was the one directing the 'training' all of you? Is he also a Polaris knight? I admit, wandering around a cornfield seems lacking in operating training. You made it out, though?"

"What I want is answers to questions. The big plan is stability and safety for the Earth in the face of such a flux and panoply of invading magic."

" 'When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.' Correct terminology illuminates the mind. Correct perspective enriches it. "

"You are locked in this childish persistence- the short term. Bleak it is now, yes, but think of the history of this war. If your side has seen fit to tell you. For a thousand years there has been peace and prosperity, growth of the race of men and technology. Not without their petty differences and pollutions, but they have survived in our keeping. They have grown from sandals and hunting to internet and genetic mapping. No other world lived, save that which was opposed to the Rule of the Moon. Now the senshi have come, with their foreign magic and there is war again. It gets worse as more and more of them appear. It will return to equilibrium, to nurturing peace, when they are all gone again. Another thousand years. The long game, the goal for peace again, is in the wisdom that it gets worse before better. And that we must prevail. "

"Unless they're telling you something different." Or dreams are. 'Future' dreams. Have you had them, pretty? Please, tell me all about how wrong I am and why.

Nothing like proving my point. "The plight of men can rest then; the true cause for their every evil for a millenia is found."

Or scapegoat at the least. Still very close mouthed, still very, very careful of names. Sparky at little provocation. Too early, yet. No assurances of a needed isolation, or administration of a proper auditory session. "You are very sure of what the 'problem' is or isn't. But you do not share it. You don't share much at all, and return to acidic speech again and again. Not taking very good advantage of our opportunity here. If you can't help me, knight of Polaris, I cannot help you. "

"If we cannot help each other, there's no value to talking. The branch cut, in midst of growth, to fall." The General turned on heel to return to the dark and let the woman to solitudes and depredations.