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It was a bitter reminder every time he turned on the TV not recalling that the news station was two button clicks from his favorite daytime TV soap opera, or decided that he'd read the paper.

Terrorist.

For all the good they would do, senshi would forever be villians. They would be the nightmares and feared group that would never do good, only harm. It was hard to save a populace that would rather see you dead than saving them from an unseen threat they didn't even have the will to acknowledge.

Tonight, he'd been forced to hear his own employees commenting in the hotel lobby how they 'might not be safe' and how 'the hotel didn't have any anti terrorist escape plans'. It was enough to get his blood boiling and when he'd asked the footman just where he got that drivel, he'd been told that he really ought to watch 'The Swagger Report'. It was understandable if he'd not, being in Europe for so long.
Elzo had spent all of ten minutes into watching it before he'd nearly thrown his phone across the parking lot.

Tag Swagger was thus in his mind, burned to memory as one of the most bone headed idiots to be in Destiny City, and in sore need of an actual informed understanding of what he considered facts.

That was how, later that night, Castor had decided to pay the man and visit and wouldn't you know it? Mr. Swagger himself was there waiting for him.

"Smoking kills more people than domestic terrorists you know. Drinking also contributes to more deaths than terrorists. But then I don't think you're the type to crusade against things logically are you?" He was in his eternal form, standing on the roof like it was something to casually do, figuring that while he might have had anger, there wasn't a reason to lure youma to the poor idiot's place.

He sneered, jumping down to look for the bottle of scotch, hoping if anything he might at least steal himself a drink. He figured he'd need it. Zealots and fanatics were so hard to show their hypocrisies. This coming from a rather large hypocrite and fanatical killer at that.

"By my own count it's in the triple digits if I go all the way back and include unfortunate collateral. Yet, in war, most forces don't consider unintended targets as a part of their kill count." He gave a noncommittal shrug, feigning disinterest to the subject of just how many dead bodies could be attributed to the senshi. He was hardly a saint. Heck, he wasn't even close to being subjectively 'good'. Scotch not found, he directed hi focus towards the man, arms cross, a mild fury lacing his tone.

"And yes actually. Though, most self proclaimed reporters don't often realize how dangerous incendiary rhetoric can be. Also- invade implies we came with an intent to be hear. A fundamental mistake given our goal of getting the '******** off' just as you'd like us to do."

He purposely walked towards the man, anger clearly written across his face.
"Your shitty rock is just that- a shitty rock. Also for someone who thinks he knows a lot you're an idiot if you think we are a 'people'."

More a bunch of isolated sects if you really had to classify them.

He leaned on the balcony, trying very hard not to just punch the man in the jaw. It would just make the situation infinity worse.
But dang it would feel good.

"Then I ask why you don't lambaste your own government for not dealing with the corruption in their own ranks? For allowing a parasite to worm its way onto your earth and blindly gorge itself on your populace. We fight," He pulled up a chair, taking a seet and put his feet up. Sitting helped mitigate his rage. His ire.
"A force that had infested your people and targets us without provocation. It is just as alien as we are, yet I find little evidence of your and idiots like you ever dressing that fact. But I bet you don't particularly care for facts."

"Trust me, If I could get off this disgusting excuse for a world and return to mine, I would have done so well over three years ago." No comment on the home invasion.

Castor glared and kept glaring and would likely continue to do so all night.

"I tried to once. I got two words out before I was shot in my lower leg. Police do not want to talk to us. They do not know how to handle nor communicate with us. As is, they are woefully inept in dealing with basic things such as racism, sexual violence, and their own lack of oversight. Do you really think that police, or anything short of a highly specialized diplomatic body would be able to sit down or even confront us without the threat of violence? As far as the negaverse goes, your ignorance is astounding." His foot had begun to tap on the ground, movement to take the edge off.

"The negaverse is also non co-operative with the police. They cause collateral as much as we do if not more in certain instances. They are a front to a parasite that is as just as much uninvited as we were and are. Objectively, they're worse, as they do not seem to want to bother to obey the law at all, or even aid the law in any facility. Your line of reasoning continues to imply that we have made some choice to be here, or that we might have any form of recourse to vacate. My reason in being here is simple. Get my world habitable and then leave as right now, to leave is death for all senshi as of this moment. We have suffered one attempt at a genocide. We'd rather not like it to succeed."

"And I can tell you with certainty, that if you continue to involve and insert yourself into the affairs of two forced, you will not find yourself safer come the time when one or the other does cease to inhabit your world."

Castor realized in that moment that he had not miscalculated, but rather, had simply found himself faced with what he should have expected. Resistance to anything other than what a person wanted to think to be true.

An irony he'd be told, if his brother had watched the events.

"Yes." His eyes looked at the recorder and he considered it carefully.
"You desire conflict. You wish insert yourself and others into a war that has been going on for thousands upon thousands of years; one that your people had been fighting long before senshi had ever arrived. You do not become involved without risking yourself as a target. However, I won't make you a martyr."

Standing, he changed into his royal form.

"I am Prince Castor, Senshi of Hail. I once held the title of War Bringer and was the leader of an empire. I am responsible for the deaths of no less than 27 negaverse officers. I do not hesitate to kill those who stand in my way of killing those infected by chaos. I dare Tag Swagger."

Two steps, three steps, four. Castor was nearly nearly within proximity to touch if not grab the man before him.

"I dare you to take your tape, edit as many of my words as you so like. Paint me the grand villain, the worst criminal and some false leader if you even so fancy. Do it, because all it will do is incite offices of the negaverse to hunt me down further. It will just feed your idiotic rhetoric to a sheep like audience. But those officers will hear my voice, and they? They'll hunt me down."

He had the gall to smile.
"And unlike so many of my peers, I will kill each and every one of them until the day comes I can leave them and this world to rot."