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He just wanted to see her. Talk to her for a minute.

Baikal had been in a state of agitation for quite some time now, and it reflected in the heavy falls of her boots, the near permanent scowl settled on dark features as he paced the halls of the prison, just waiting for a chance to catch Amphitrite's cell unguarded so he could make sure she was alright.

He had to help her.

How was he supposed to do that? The place was a fortress, but beyond that, it was filled with Order soldiers, and not all of them were anywhere near as sympathetic as Baikal was where the Negaverse was concerned.

He understood. At least he thought he did. They were at war. There had been casualties on both sides. Blow for blow, Order and Chaos were at each others necks, and had been for a lot longer than the Page had been a part of all this. People did crazy things in the heat of battle, he heard about it all the time, saw it on the news, and was now witnessing it first hand.

But this wasn't right. Order preached about being the good guys, something the page wasn't entirely convinced of thanks to a fateful evening at the carnival. This wasn't good, though. This was extreme.

Turning the corner, Baikal stopped abruptly when he spotted the Knight walking in his direction, and already unhappy features darkened further.

Whomever Baikal was faced with now, there was no way of knowing if they had a hand in all this or just happened to be here, trying to do whatever they could for damage control. Like the page himself. He knew that, he really did, and yet the scowl remained, and when he answered, his tone wasn't at all friendly.

Not the way a budding page should talk to a Knight.

"Baikal of Mercury." It was almost a growl, and pale eyes skirted away from Celsus and down the row of cells behind him. As if he could see through the walls themselves.

Where is she?

Something certainly had the knight up in arms, and Baikal was too new, too tense himself to be able to tell which side of the line the other man fell on. It had him responding in a very guarded fashion, hackles automatically rising.

On the defensive, right out of the gate.

"Well that would depend entirely on what you're trying to accomplish here." A more patient, more level tone would have gone a long way to diffusing the issue, but that wasn't how Baikal went about it. Instead he was snappy, almost condescending.

Babylon would have been disappointed in him.

He really should have been more worried. He could feel the knight's power coming off him in waves, and there was no way Baikal had any chance in winning if things came to blows, but he found himself standing his ground, molars grinding as he stared back defiantly at the other man.

"And you're going to make me, then? Rough me up as much as you have them?" A sweeping gesture took in the cells around them. "Is that all the white moon is, a bunch of righteous bullies hiding behind a mask of justice?" This wasn't justice.

Baikal didn't back up, but rather stood his ground at the knight crowded into his personal space. If the other man thought he'd back down, he was sorely mistaken. He might have been out ranked, but that didn't mean the ginger was getting instant respect, that had to be earned. And this little display of a short fuse and a hot temper certainly wasn't going to do that.

"So what, you're going to turn around and do the exact same thing?" He wasn't sure he believed it, but the argument was still sound, so he kept with it. "Every awful thing they apparently did to you and your friends, your going to do it right back? And you call that, what? Righteousness? Revenge?"

He laughed, but not like it was funny. More ironic. Sad, really. "You're supposed to be the good guys, I thought." He gestured to the side, at one of the cells. "Does this look like something a hero would do?" Baikal snorted, shaking his head.

"This is torture, and it's disgusting." The page was leaning in now, invading Celsus space right back. "There's no difference between you and them."

And with that, the blonde turned, stomping off back down the hall to disappear around a corner. It was clear, talking things through wasn't going to change any minds here. He'd have to figure out a better way to help the agents that were being kept here.