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Porrima trembled as she left the scene. It felt like the shaking would never stop, like she would end up vibrating so much that she would change into a different form of matter. She stared up into General Leucite's eyes, tears starting to stream down her face. "Whatever you're going to do, please, just make it quick," she pleaded. At this point, all she could do was pray that her sacrifice would allow someone else to find her brother and save him. If her family lost two children in one night, the results would be catastrophic. As far as she was concerned, there was no turning back. Laura Bright would almost definitely be lost tonight.

Porrima stared at the kerchief for a moment. "Do you keep these for all the ones you take?" It was a rhetorical question. Cautiously, she took it and wiped at her eyes as she listened to the general talk. Somehow, him telling her that she'd made the right choice made it feel that much more certain for her. She had indeed saved her brother. That was how this world worked, huh? In this dimming moment, that made sense. Sacrifices had to be made, one way or another. Now she knew she was doing the right thing.

She gave a final sniff, then exhaled heavily. "I have no questions," she said. "There's no point in asking right now. Whatever you're going to do, I want it done quickly." The sadness was passing, being replaced by a stubborn numbness. It would all be over soon.

"Aren't all people who get corrupted like this broken?" Porrima's voice was flat, barely inflecting to reflect a question. From what she had heard and understood of corruption, people emerged with their slates wiped clean. Who knew what she would have to relearn on the other side? There'd be no way to tell for sure. "Well, if you insist," she said, regarding the questions. "Will the paperwork be taken care of? Will I have a place to stay, new identification, things like that? I don't know if I'll be in a state to take care of that myself when your superior is done with me." If there was going to be erasure, she wanted it to be as simple as possible. The transition period would be very rough, she was sure about that.

Hessonite glanced at her communication crystal and a slow smile spread across her face. “Certainly. I will be there presently.” A conversion. An interesting way to phrase it, so it must be a willing convert if there was no real rush behind it, and that was a good thing. Less would be lost that way.

The General Queen grabbed her camera and a notepad before teleporting out of her office and to the location where this ‘conversion’ was to be taking place.

“Ah. General Leucite, I thought I recognized your dulcet tones. I do hope you are doing well.” She flashed a smile that reached her eyes, and then her gaze lit on the senshi in question. “And! Hello there. I do hope that this is a choice you are making on your own, it’s so much easier that way. So much less is lost.”

She held the camera out to Leucite. “Hold on to this for a moment, General, would you please? Now, what is your name, age and your sphere? I would like it for our records, and so we can make sure your new paperwork is as genuine as possible.” Her pen was poised against the pad and she flashed the girl a reassuring smile. “The Negaverse will be your home. There is nothing to fear.” It would be quick. As soon as the questions were answered and as painless as the woman could make it. Those who came willingly deserved to have their journeys made as easy as possible. They had realized they were in the wrong and were working to correct that.

Leucite took the camera without question. Though in all honesty - he was still unsure what these were even for. He had - sadly - missed Hessonite's explanation of their purpose when she'd dismissed them from Spec. Ops. All the same, it wasn't a thing he was going to bring up - or question. However, if Porrima felt that it was better to not admit that she was not fully willing, Leucite knew he had to speak up.

"She's not entirely willing, General-Queen," He said, watching Porrima as he spoke. "But she was very brave, and offered herself in exchange for the life of a Transcended. I think she will make a good addition to our cause, and I left the Transcended in enough of a state that I doubt they will be able to pursue any sort of rescue attempt."

It was the nicest way he could say that he'd left the man to die - bleeding out on the pavement - that wouldn't send the girl running in fear.

Porrima winced a little when Hessonite stroked her hair, but it wasn't the full-on flinch she had in mind. She almost felt a bit flattered by being considered brave by a General-Queen, but at this point, she was trying to keep herself as numb as possible so that she wouldn't feel grief when everything disappeared. When the hand passed through her chest, she gasped and reflexively reached up; it took the last of her self-control to stay her hand from going any further. She felt something flow into her, followed by an excruciating, crushing pain unlike anything she had ever felt. This was enough to make her scream, a shrill, piercing noise. If she had more presence of mind, she would have apologized for that, but she didn't and couldn't. Soon, everything seemed to wash over her in sheer blackness, and she fainted away, going silent and falling limp.

The transformed senshi on the other end was completely corrupted. Something new had been born, and what the mangled seed on the other end would blossom into was anyone's guess.

Hessonite grit her teeth at the scream and felt a small wave of sympathy for the senshi. She knew what it was like to feel that pain. To feel that darkness that overtook everything. She knew, but she also knew the wonder and safety that lay on the other side.

When the corruption was complete, Hessonite kept her arm loosely around the senshi and made sure she was steady on her feet before giving her a look over and grinning broadly. “Welcome home, Lawsonite.” It seemed a fitting name for the senshi of Laws, a slight play on words, and the fact that…hopefully the girl wouldn’t remember what her former role in this war was, there would be no way to tie her back to her past if she had no access to it.

“Tell me, what is it that you remember?” Carefully, Hessonite took the camera from Leucite with a pleased smile. “How astute of you, now, Leucite, please stand with your new senshi, won’t you? You will be the one assigned to take care of her from here on out, I think that’s only fitting. Or, if you don’t feel up to the task than at least make sure she gets settled in all right.”

Hessonite fiddled with the settings on the camera for a moment and held it to her eye, ready to take a few pictures. It would be good for Lawsonite to have at least something to remember this day with. It was her birthday. The day she was coming home. It was important. Strong memories, strong emotional ties led to much less of a chance of a person leaving the Negaverse.

"Smile, you two. This is a celebration."

Leucite discovered a new respect for Hessonite in that moment, and he did manage a very small grin to show through to allow her to take the photos she required. It was an almost insidious way to bring in corrupts. Changing the narrative like that. After all - for all they knew, Lawsonite was a blank slate.

The childlike tone did not bode well, all things considered, but perhaps with time, it would not take much for the girl to be back to where she'd been where she'd started. Leucite, for his part, would ensure the girl either found a proper handler or take care of her himself. After all - he could always use more senshi in the Training Corps...

"Your return to your proper place," Leucite said softly, his tone almost paternal in a way, as he placed a very gentle hand on Lawsonite's back. "Welcome home."