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Hydor felt like this whole s**t was nonsense, honestly, no matter how long he had been at this. How long had he been at this? Had it really only been since ********. Did this year ever end?

He guessed it was nice to have someone to patrol with. Maybe. He generally went at this s**t alone because it seemed like the agents on the other side were less likely to pounce if they did not feel like they were being ganged up on. Hydor did not feel like dying, so a less noticeable aura was preferable. A less threatening aura was preferable. It had not stopped some from attacking him anyway. Had not stopped some from taking over a hospital, because apparently, that was something one did now...

He scratched at his arm where some of his wounds were still healing.

Any questions?

Hydor quirked a brow, glancing across to Eurydike. "Oh, millions. There are likely millions of those I cannot even name. This s**t makes no sense."

He kicked at a rock.

"I suppose the basics do. Evil ******** decided they wanted to eat souls for breakfast, we stop them, it is an endless cycle that has gone on for millennia with an apparent brief interruption for a thousand years." He rolled his eyes. "Reincarnation, though? Monsters? How the ******** I did not even notice this s**t for years? Yeah, that s**t makes no sense."

With a glance down at his outfit, he added, "Don't think mesocyclones have much to do with business attire, either."

Hydor was, on some level, fairly convinced that even when he donned the same eternal uniform as Eurydike, he would still be internally screaming. Each question he asked raised new questions. There was no end to the strangeness of the situation he had found himself in.

How did the entirety of Earth seem to have no idea what was going on underneath the surface? How did the entirety of Earth seem to have no idea that, apparently, there were multiple space societies? He had not even dealt with the fact that he apparently had a homeworld in space yet. He probably should, eventually. At some ******** entirely," replied Hydor, with a snort. "He did answer my questions, shockingly. Bernard, his name was. Kinda a lazy fat cat but he did his job well enough. Unfortunately, he could not hope to compensate for the fact that surprise, magic and superheroes are real." He had not seen him again since. He had since seen another guardian cat, several times, but that had not been the question he was asked.

With a shrug, Hydor glanced off to the side. He could have sworn he saw something. Didn't seem to be anything there. Weird. "At the very least, I was awoken in a matter that was a little less chaotic. Do the Negaverse," at this point, he just assumed it was always the Negaverse, "make a habit of blowing everything up? Because it certainly ******** seems like they do. Do they not understand the innate stupidity of 'we save the Earth by destroying it'?"

Apparently saving people was just about the correct descriptor of it. Hydor could not think of one more proper.

Just for a moment, Hydor let his eyes wander down Eurydike's body, taking in the shorts he was referring to as pants. His shirt was not exactly terribly long. He would hope the cosmos did not just have Hitch prancing around in-- "Also, what the ******** did you have on before, then?"

Kids?

Was he referring to actual children, or was he referring to teenagers, who in such a war could feel like children? Not that either was particularly good, but the choice of word caught his attention the most. Hydor glanced to Eurydike curiously and knit his brows, pondering over the question he should ask in response. In the end, he went for the obvious one. "To confirm, you are referring to children, right? As in, people under ten years old?"

He supposed he had spotted a few people who had seemed like they might have been young in the few adventures he had been on, including someone at the hospital who while tall did not exactly seem old, but he had not thought too deeply about it. He supposed he had always assumed they all had to at least be teenagers. Child soldiers were nothing new, but the concept of them being dragged into the intergalactic war they were in was certainly a frustrating one.

But, in a lot of respects, unsurprising.

A lot deeper than he thought.

Right, as far as New York. It probably was not the best time to pursue that line of thought, and so Hydor shrugged and dropped it for now. Could people truly be too scared to leave something that felt like it was breaking the laws of the universe? He supposed if something was that powerful, that far-reaching--

Hydor could not personally understand it, but perhaps it did not matter.

Covered underneath. Mm. "So the universe found it fitting to have you near flashing at all times, did it? I am glad the universe was a little more generous to-- ow!" The ********? Annoyed, Hydor turned to smack at his ear, but did not manage to actually get anything under his hand. Instead, all he heard was incessant and annoying giggling.

But he didn't see anything.

"The ********?" Hydor turned over his shoulder. "Do you hear that?"