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Logos worked diligently to keep her demeanor calm as Lesath had instructed, following the group of Dark Mirrors are they were escorted by the strange, crystalline servants. The way they moved seemed human enough, but they certainly were not human in construction. There was much she did not understand about this whole ordeal since being awakened not a few days ago. Being pulled into mirrors so suddenly, there wasn’t much time between then and now to train and ask questions.

She followed quietly behind Lesath, taking note of the others she’d pointed out earlier. Two cadets among them and another eternal, the same rank as Lesath. She knew a rank existed between Lesath and someone like herself, though she couldn’t recall the name at the present time. Bright blue eyes were busy taking in the details of the hallways in which they traveled - mentally mapping the basics of the castle they could reach.

When the crystal servants were finally relieved of duty, Logos let out a small breath in relief. The servants unnerved her. Now that they were escorted to their rooms, Logos imagined many would turn in for the night. “Ma’am, are you tired? I’d like only a few moments of your time, if you wouldn’t mind.”

”Crazy is definitely one way I would describe it, ma’am.” she breathed, sitting down as gently instructed. Hands in her lap, Logos sighed and looked down at her outfit. The overlay was admittedly gorgeous, though for some reason, she felt it didn’t belong to her. She wasn’t someone who typically wore heels simply because she was a runner - she couldn’t run effectively in heels.

But magic was different, wasn’t it?

“I’m afraid I’m far out of my element, ma’am. Magic existing wasn’t something I had ever considered… my family and I operate firmly in reality. My father is an officer in the military, very proud. I’m not sure how to broach this with them. …or even if I should. Truthfully, there’s a sort of thrill being a part of something my father has no hand in.”

She turned to Lesath, who seemed very knowledgeable. Certainly she must be, having the wings of the highest rank. “Does your family know about this, ma’am? How do you balance your normal life and this?” Logos lifted her hands, waving to the room. All of this crazy.

It may put your family in danger.

Logos nodded solemnly. “...very well, I won’t say a word. I don’t want to put my family at risk…” Lesath was knowledgeable in such things, being that she’d been involved in this war for six years. While Logos wasn’t exactly sure she understood who or what the Negaverse was, keeping secrets within the Court was the sensible thing to do.

The cadet looked down at her hands folded neatly in her lap. “Do you have the option to retire, ma’am? Bow out and take care of your daughter? Family is incredibly important. I can’t claim to know what the overarching goal of the Court may be, but I’m sure motherhood is very important to you.”

She shifted her weight to look down at Lesath, the one who had brought her into the fray in the first place. The blonde looked sullen, worn and likely missed her daughter terrible. This only strengthened her recruit’s resolve. “Ma’am, I will do everything in my power to ensure you return to your daughter safely.”

“Destiny?”

Logos blinked in confusion towards her mentor. Something like destiny was a word she only saw in books of fairy tales. Surely a thing as silly as destiny couldn’t possibly be why Lesath chose to continue working in the Court, despite a daughter and other responsibilities?

Inwardly, she kicked herself. Daniyah reminded her logical brain that magic existed and also she was stuck in a castle in space where a probably plague was raging outside. Destiny, on a grand scale of trippy-things-you-just-learned-about, was fairly low on the list. It came right after crazy swirl shoes and forget about ever blending in with an outfit like this.

She shook her head. “Well, I admire that kind of dedication, Ma’am. From a cadet to superior, you’re setting a good example to the rest of the Court. What is our end goal, Ma’am? What exactly are we, as a group, hoping to achieve? And what can I do on an individual level?”

“Hmm.”

Logos sat quietly for a few moments, contemplating all of this. Their Court, as Lesath saw it, didn’t have a goal at the moment. Ensuring the survival of the Court seemed like an excellent idea from her point of view. One step at a time. Build from a solid foundation. Logos liked that strategy. It was sound, it was logical. From the basic steps, one could branch out and aim for loftier goals like expanding their numbers and strengthening the new recruits. With her own military upbringing, she felt qualified to do such a thing once she had her feet beneath her.

From there… perhaps it was best to take things one day at a time.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you. Have you...eaten any of those crystals? I haven’t yet - I worry about their effect on our physiology. What if this Queen Altea isn’t human, and our bodies cannot process the crystals the way hers can? I can’t say I’m a scientist by any stretch of the imagination, but I worry about the other members who might have eaten it. What if they’re poison? However, I can’t say I’ve seen any other food in the castle yet. I’d rather not starve. We can’t defend ourselves if we’re starving. My father says survival is about the Rule of Three: three hours without shelter, three days without water, three weeks without food. While we have secured shelter, I worry about the other two.”

The newbie senshi crossed her arms with a deep, weary sigh. “Three weeks is a very long time, and even after a few days, one is not in prime fighting condition. You and the Court have my loyalty above all else, and I pledge to keep myself in fighting form at all times, ma’am.”

“You’re right, ma’am. I’ll do what’s best for you, myself and the Court. I’ll… see about getting something to eat tomorrow. The idea just doesn’t sit right with me, but I can’t afford to starve. None of us can.” Logos stood and brushed off the black skirt of her fuku - something she wasn’t used to. She was a more pants-and-tennis-shoes type of girl, and this was way beyond her comfort zone. At least she could lay in bed and take her heels off.

She turned and gave Lesath a respectful nod and salute, just as she would her father or her supervisor. “Don’t worry about roughing it, ma’am. We’ll see to it that everyone is cared for as best as circumstance allows. I hope to see you in the morning, ma’am.”

Logos knew Lesath needed her rest, and she prefered to room with other cadets anyway. Taking her leave, the newbie senshi quietly searched the rest of the hall for an available room to sleep, hoping it wouldn’t be too difficult to drift off to dreamland.