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It was getting harder and harder for Chrysotile to go out on patrol. He hadn't been feeling it for months already, but the past few days had just been nightmarish. Not only didn't he manage to collect any starseeds, even when he was actually looking for likely victims; but he'd ended up in losing fights with White Moon operatives. He was going to end up missing his quota too, what with having to lay low as other Negaverse agents were starting to think something was up with him. And that was going to bring even more attention and suspicion down on him.

He needed a break. And he wasn't going to get one any time soon.

Because an Order signature smacked him like a ton of bricks, causing him to stop and step back from his position behind a downtown building. There was no place for him to hide, either -- not like it would do any good, they would inevitably find him. So he crossed his arms over his chest and stood his ground, waiting for whatever was coming to find him.

"It fares pretty well," Chrysotile replied, keeping his arms crossed. "Nice and quiet, just the way I like it." He didn't want to drop any suggestion that he was doing anything wrong, when in fact he technically was -- stealing starseeds from innocent people wasn't exactly a lawful thing to do." The senshi's aura made his skin crawl. Ws this what he would feel like once he purified? How would he feel to other Order types?

He looked her up and down. At least she wasn't another kid; she was rather pretty, in fact, and he couldn't help but give her a wry smile. Was she flirting with him?

"I don't want to cause any trouble, miss, I'm just out here enjoying the evening. I suggest you go along on your way, and I'll go along on mine, and we'll forget this ever happened. How does that sound?"

Chrysotile didn't budge or even flinch when the senshi leapt over to the roof he was standing on. Inside, though, he wondered what her game was. Did she intend to seduce him and then beat him up? Or was she going to actually leave him alone? Either of those would be nice for a change.

Besides, she was pretty and this was fun. He rarely had fun on patrols any longer.

"Yeah, it really is pretty lonely," he admitted, "but that's the life of a lieutenant." He had to chuckle though at the dark brooding atmosphere remark. Was that what he was cultivating? He'd have to keep it up, then, if it resulted in conversations like this -- the kind that didn't automatically lead into a fight.

"Ahahah, not all the Negaverse is 'dark and brooding'. Mind you, there aren't many happy types either. It's not really a happy kind of place." He set his expression to what he hoped was smoulder. Anything to avoid a fight.

"I'm Lieutenant Chrysotile. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Chrysotile chuckled and gave Lunaria a smile. "I've seen that entire movie," he said, thinking about how his kid sister loved it so and wanted to marry Flynn/Eugene…. Which got him thinking about how he'd be leaving his family behind soon, and that sobered him up. He had sworn to protect them, had thought joining the Negaverse would allow him to do that.

But it hadn't. And that was why he was getting out.

Lunaria's question brought him back to the present, and he shrugged, following her gaze out over the city. "I… have my reasons for being discontented." He fell silent, wondering if he should tell her about everything he'd experienced, about getting out, and decided against it.

"What about you?" he finally asked. "Why would a pretty senshi like you talk to an evil villain like me?"

Chrysotile raised an eyebrow at Lunaria's statement about not wanting to fight, but he didn't respond right away. He wasn't sure how to. The only Order people he trusted were Midgard and Denebola; everyone else had just wanted to beat him up or kill him. Lunaria was sweet and friendly (and rather flirty), but he couldn't just spill his guts to her on a rooftop. For all he knew, she was just luring him in until she could catch him unawares and murder him. As a result, he let his silence rest as his answer to her.

He did, however, join her in a seated position on the rooftop as she continued, and chuckled softly with a wry smile. "Funny, every senshi I've met considers me a villain. Just because I wear this uniform," and he tapped his chest. "We don't have the same freedom of ideals as you do, but we do have a much more effective media machine. It works the same within the Negaverse too -- hell, I was told you all were aliens when I was brought in, and I believed it."

Following her gaze up to the moon, he added, "At least now I know better."

This time Chrysotile couldn't stop himself. "I've… thought about it, yeah," he replied. "Spoken to a few people. It's kind of… complicated." He didn't know where he was going with that statement at all. What was complicated about it? Just contact Midgard and Denebola, tell them he was ready, go meet Camelot, and do the deed -- what was so hard about that?

Maybe… maybe the complications were all in his head. What if he forgot his family? They were the whole reason he'd accepted his father's offer to join the Negaverse in the first place -- although looking back on it now, the General would have likely corrupted him anyway, willing or not. Would his purification and forgetting his family protect them from the revenge that would surely come after he became something else? Would it do a better job than if he did remember and actively protected them? He had no way of knowing -- and maybe that was why he was hesitating.

Looking at Lunaria, he stood up again. "I… need to move on. I can't stay here all night, tempting though it may be," he smiled at her. "It's been really nice just… talking, you know? Not fighting. Though… you can hit me, if you want, just to say you've been in a fight tonight instead of talking to me…"