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[Backdated to shortly after By the Code]

Mimisbrunnr was in pain. There was no way around it - ever since she had agreed to take on a little bit of the Code's Chaos, she knew something was wrong with her. She was tired, sleeping more, working less, and she was so angry. She rose to challenges so viciously, with so much actual urge towards violence - it scared her, a little.

She sat on a part bench, book in her lap, bow leaned against her thigh, and stared at her feet, almost regretting coming out to patrol. She was too scared to try and engage anyone in a fight, but she also knew that her aura was a presence - not as powerful as it had been when she was a Transcendent Knight i that awful future, but still, it would draw people to her.

Mimisbrunnr winced, but she dismissed the book, letting it vanish to subspace. It wasn't doing anyone any good, anyway. She'd thought knowing who he was might help Fangite - help Nile - realize that he had a home to go to, but it hadn't worked and it hadn't helped and she....

She felt miserable about it. About everything. Like always.

"Has it really?" She asked, a little rhetorically. "Is it ever bad to know more?" She sighed. "I'm sorry. I wanted to help. I...l.guess I didn't." she pulled her bow into her lap, just to have something to fiddle with between her hands. "How have you been?"

Mimisbrunnr shot up, in the face of Fangite's tirade. She wasn't usually a fighter, but whatever Chaos she'd taken in had clearly made her bolder. "I wasn't trying to ruin your life!" She snapped. "I was trying to help you! You don't have to be nameless like that, but sure, remember the worst future that could have happened to either of us. I died too, Fangite. I died when I watched a Negaverse officer slaughter twenty children to punish me for being Transcended, and I had to kill him, and he was one of those children. I was dead for years before the Negaverse finally killed me. And thy did. I died in pain and scared and pretending that I had a little defiance left, but I didn't. It was all a show."

She spun away from him, not wanting to see the tired, broken-down image of her friend, wanting to be angry because at least that was feeling something.

"I'm tired to. I haven't slept since..." She swallowed. Did he know? would she be revealing too much? "I had to take in some chaos. It hurts. I hurt. I can't think. I'm angry all the time. Is...is that what being corrupted feels like?"

"We were all dead. The whole world was dead." Mimisbrunnr said. "I'm sorry. I should have known better than to dig all that up for you." She pushed her hood down and raked her hands through her hair, letting the messy cascade of curls loose.

"I really did want to help." She said again, like that would somehow make it better. But it wouldn't. She'd screwed up again, just like always. Just like she had killing that poor kid, just like she had taking her Oath before she was really ready, just like she always did.

"I..." Misbrunnr didn't know what to make of that. "I didn't know youma could be anything but. Um. Feral monsters." That was something of an uncomfortable revelation. She knew they used to be people, and that had broken her heart when she found out, but that thy might retain something of what they were before they were monsters....?

She felt an extra moment of guilt for every youma she had ever killed.

"I wasn't...I had to! It was poisoning the Code! The source of our power, the thing that makes us Knights!" She stomped her foot. "I wanted to help! I was helping! But it hurts so much, I want it gone, I --- I think if that's not what corruption is like it's. It's reacting badly with me not being Chaos, I don't know." She sank back into the bench and buried her hands in her face, making a quiet sobbing noise.

"Oh, Fangite." Mimis reached over to rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling her heart break. How tired must he be? Losing everyone like that, slowly, to deeper Chaos or purification. "I'm so sorry." What else could she say? What else could she do?

The story of his youma was vaguely scientifically fascinating, but all she could focus on was how much her friend was hurting. Her curiosity about Airitech could wait. She would haveforever to learn that; for now, he clearly needed her.

She withered a little under his criticism, guiltily. "I. I think it did. Ask that of others, I mean, while it was poisoned. Not of me. It never spoke to me." Her shoulders slumped. "I wasn't important enough, I guess."

But. A promise of help. She perked up, a little. "Whatever it is, I'll try it, if it'll make all this pain stop." He was Chaos, of course he would know how to handle it. She was so stupid, she hadn't even thought of asking someone in the other side, but it seemed so obvious in hindsight. "Please."

Mimisbrunnr wrung her hands together, considering. Pain for a time, but it would fix whatever was wrong with her? That sounded like a completely fair trade. It was strange that Fangite felt so apprehensive - was he worried he might get in trouble for wanting to help her?

Or he was worried that she would be unhappy with whatever it was.

She considered, and decided that whatever it was - whatever the worst possibility could be - it would be okay. It had to be.

"It's what I want. Whatever it is. Whatever will fix me." She said. She reached out to take his hand and squeeze it, briefly. "It'll be okay. I'm sure of it. I trust you."

He had her best interests at heart. Surely he did. He had to. He had no reason to lie to her, or deceive her, or anything like that.

"So do whatever you have to do."

The call was short and brief, and when Axinite arrived he didn’t have a full understanding of what was expected of him beyond assistance with a would-be recruit.

He teleported into the area and bowed his head in polite greeting. “Fangite. A pleasure.”

He looked to the Squire he assumed was his target for the evening. “And a pleasure to you, as well. I am Axinite.”

Her name wasn’t so important, not if she was about to lose it.

She didn’t seem particularly unwilling—or, at least, she hadn’t tried to run when he teleported into the area. It didn’t seem as though she’d been physically subdued or beaten into accepting an offer to join.

If she was serious about all of this, then he had only one last question for her: “Are you prepared?”

"Right. Remember you said that an hour from now." Fangite groused. The Captian tried his best to ignore the sudden and overwhelming chaos that enveloped them both with little succession. He hated this feeling.

"Mimisbrunnr, Squire of Mercury... Meet Axenite... General Sovereign. One of them anyway. He heads the Intel branch." Fangite waved a hand as he spoke, not worried about what he was saying. It wouldn't matter in a little bit. It wasn't like she was about to go running to someone and rat him out like a snitch.

The Captain couldn't stop the scowl that spread across his face as she unwillingly, but whole-heartedly accepted her new fate, his face mask being his only saving grace. "Let's get this over and done with then. She's all yours." The sooner Fangite could wash his hands of this, the better.