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There were a few names he could summon to mind that could fit a 'knight' aura, but Thraen decided on noting the bright speck at the edge of his sense as he ran that it was worth it anyway to investigate. He'd met at least a hand's worth of new faces already in the last two months. What that pointed to, he did not know- a changing of the guard so to speak? People missing? Dead? Burnt out? He mostly suspected the last, with those who'd carried the torch for a year or more becoming frustrated, disinterested, jaded, and moving on to other things like trying to have a 'regular' life instead of wasting time saving others ina fight that seemingly had no end. As they disappeared, the Mauvians silently awakened new senshi and wonders called to new knights, and those poor fools found no mentors and went through the exact same cycle. And so he was meeting them.

This could be one of the same- some unknown page who had enough experience in 6 months to grow their energy to that of a Knight. Or it could be Hvergelmir, Babylon, Celsus, Valhalla. Closing distance didn't initially report more. White jacket piped with burgundy and ...gold? I do not know the like..

Thraen slowed to a jog, calling out as he approached across the leafstrewn park lawn, "Lo! Knight! May I speak with you?"

At only a room's distance from the knight, and closing, the silhouette was resolving small in frame. There was a swash of the same burgundy across the small face, black locks covering the forehead, and a baldric bow that spoke similar- too similar- in style and placement to a uniform Thraen did know. Flame eyes widened and his approach slowed and stopped twenty feet from the other man. Wolframite. It must be, and my eyes are not deceived. And the feel of him. It is not Chaos. How? How comes it? Am I asleep?

"We have known...one another before...if eyes do not cheat me..."

'I'd only loose my memories and who I am in the process. I'd leave the one most important thing in my life simply because I forgot.' Upon a time his only excuses to serving the negaverse were selfish- do what it easy, stand by those who do wrong because they are his friends, kill and rape the world in the name of 'protecting' it instead of facing what he was doing. But he remembers me, plain enough. Remembers at least some part of what lay between us- nearly hanging him and him opening me like autopsy.

"You said you would never leave the Negaverse, the last time we spoke. You stand here a knight- I don't know the symbol. But yes. Just talk. I felt a knight, and without meeting and making connections between Knights and Senshi, we'll not successfully protect this planet and it's people. Finding ...the knight is someone I already know doesn't change that. "

"Especially when 'know' is better 'knew.' It's been nearly a year and a half since we last crossed paths. A lot has happened, it seems. "

"I guess we start at the beginning. How may I call you now? " 'Wolframite' seems insulting, and you are no longer him, in a way. What IS the symbol on his uniform? It isn't any of the planets, not Polaris, Castor or Chronos.

Things like this...things like this make long nights. The question begging- is he insane, a perfectly reasonable possibility since I believe he already was and now has lost however much of his memory, or is he deliberately being disrespectful? Like a twelve year old trying to indicate that their inanimate object is more worth speaking to and more worth the company. Insults can be whatever they will be. Arguing aggravates and not abates them. Madness, though, will put him too close into harm's way, and recapture.
And in all cases...where does that leave things between us. They'll get no where if he doesn't want any sort of relationship.

"A good deed does not wash away the bad, nor a bad act the good. But we cannot dwell in the past when there is a future to build. If you serve your knighthood and do what is fit to protect yourself, this last bastion, and the people of it, then there is no more strife I have to offer you. " Whichever knighthood it is.

"We make our choices, as best we can, based on the information we have available to us. You thought you fought for the Earth. You intended to fight for it. That is true as you declare it so. "

" Metallia swallows only and suffers no rival, no freedom, no will save her own at the last. And all the Negaverse serves and is controlled by her for her benefit. Is that some of why you left, if you pick that out so especially? Having come to that new information to re-evaluate by? " What you intended was not, in fact, what you were enacting. So no, now only with your true and own power, can you actually fight for the Earth. No, I know very well that they are knights, corrupted. How many nights I risked, cleaning tar off a General's cheeks, trying to ensure he had some amount of food, shelter, support for trying to find his way as well to the freedom you now enjoy with what is apparently nothing better than petulance. But what use is any corrections in this case, between still soured waters.

"Do you have connections already? Allies? A team? Enough money, food, shelter, amenities, employment? There are knights and senshi that have pledged to try to help each other with charity and growth not so limited to war and fighting. The change takes its toll in life as much as memory. If not from me directly, because of our history, I could send word around, and someone could come to you with help- knight or Mauvian, or both. "

The unending petulance was, as ever, impressive. It provided the clearest of all answers, more than any of the words given as responses. If I were to try to give credit of agency and thought, offering death the only reason to go along with peevishness could be as much an attempt as most others to deliberately push others away- 'Look at me, I'm so awful. Hate me, so I don't ever have to risk trust. Everyone leave me alone, so I don't have to face doing aught by anyone else but myself. ' If fear of death were really the only or even primary reason accepted by the greater will of the universe for a royal's power to work, then it seems it would be an awful lot easier to broker.

Ganymede and Valhalla. Hawara. Well, two of that small list I know, if I am to hope to get any actual information or idea of what is going on with this one. For as much as it is even needed. Some bridges can't be built, especially those sought by one side alone. "The better heart, hearth and home for thee, then, Knight. My appologies for the overtures. I won't tie up any more of your time. "

Thraen turned to go.

"Babylon of Mercury and Hvergelmir of Cosmos, two knights," Thraen paused, turned profile to the other on hearing both the question and the steps. I wonder if you'll be as ascerbic to them. I hope not. It seems impossible to imagine sustaining it with how good-natured both seem.

He hadn't expected it, but welcomed the small branch to be able to offer the diminutive knight something in his new life. "They began working on a written tradition, something like a Primer, for Knights in May of this year. I expect they have come further or finished with it. They may also have started to arrange meetings for mentorship or training. Especially Babylon- his weapon is a lantern on a small chain, so it will be a similar physics in combat if you could spar. "

"They are both excellent sources you should contact for training- whether about your magic, the history of the Knighthood, quirks of your weapons, or if there are specifics to know about your wonder. They may know of places specifically that knights train, or if there are neutral grounds you can all meet like our Moon is to us, or the Rift to the Negaverse. If you cannot contact them with the notes knights use, Valhalla can. Or there is also Hvergelmir in person- she sits the nights at the North Park every week. I could message her and let her know a night to expect you. Or Ganymede should be able. "