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You didn't really get to say you had a death wish unless you actively courted almost dying several times. That was Castor's idea of a death wish- willingly and knowingly doing actions that would kill or otherwise end the life of someone who just had no sense when to quit. And Castor was someone who rarely quit even when he knew he should.

And, even with his guess work- he wondered why he had this death wish in particular. Going around areas that used to be the hunting grounds for a former ally of practicality when said ally was a virtual ghost was one thing, but seeking out anything that might give a clue to the sudden spike in the area he used to rule? That was not quiet a death wish, but it was getting close.
Tonight, the only thing he felt was something weaker and new- a youma or fresh agent maybe. Either way, he was a bit sad he'd have to kill them with no company.

"Let's see now-" jumping off a fire escape he took to the street under lamp light, not bothering to hide himself.
"Olly-olly-oxen-free. One Senshi, ready for a rumble~" He called out.

Closer to a death wish ever still.

He expected someone unfamilair, a face not known and easy prey. A quick and simple kill to cull the numbers of chaos a little more. Yet teh sight of a rival, brought so low and twisted into something else had Castor's breath hitch.

Pain twisted, an ugly hurtful, hateful thing inside him moved. He had never really called Wolframite a friend- far from it. But they held a measure of understanding. A mutual knowledge of the costs and pains of the war they waged and the battle they fought both personal and not. They knew their own ends would be at the hands of the other side, one way or another.

"Jesus." Castor swallowed as he took in the man's appearance. His heart dropped- it was like Tanzanite, but likely for the entirely opposite reason. Her's was a 'gift' for her loyalty. This? This was no doubt the truth of such things- a punishment for the former General's lack of loyalty.

"You really went and got ******** up this time didn't you?" He sighed heavily, no longer wanting to fight. It wouldn't be the same. It would hardly even be a reall challenge at this point.
"I take it the eyes at least work?"

He wanted to say that it didn't have to be like this, that Wolframite didn't have to go crawling back- but at the same time, Castor understood. It was his choice- and where he was his best. The only shame was that they stood on opposite sides. Still, Castor did and would, think the man before him deserved far better than what he got.

He was a killer, a soldier of war and he did his job well. He should have been commended and allowed to rest- but the wasn't over. No one could really afford to rest. More, he wanted to fight- and like Castor, would fight until he was broken and bloody and gone.

"Thats a lot of questions Wolfy." He shrugged and went to lean against a light post. "First- I'm upset because you deserve better than to be a puppet. Monster or not, being forced to lose yourself to eventual madness and being slowly destroyed so much that not even the cauldron can save you? That's not a fate I wish on anyone, despite what it might seem. I may be a monster myself, but I'm not so unfeeling or callous."

A hand waved at the agent to join him closer. He wouldn't fight yet- and they both knew they'd be on guard. One would have to drop defenses first which was highly unlikely.
"And- I fight because I have things waiting for me back home. I'm willing to ******** up my life for them. I may rage against the senshi and their passivity, but in the end I need them, and they don't need to know how our histories are playing repeat. I fight- Because I suppose that is what I want to do. If I didn't, I'd not be content with myself. The same way I wager you felt before your return."

Lazily, his head turned, eyes half lidded.
"It's easier to understand monsters when you are one. You know what I've done after all. What I'll keep doing. Strange thing is... I will miss you, and wish I can bring you back, if just because I can acknowledge my own selfish reasons."

He snorted. "You think I'm the adorable one?" He quirked his eyebrow. "Interesting." He'd leave it at that momentarily.

The passive shrug to the notion of mobilizing the senshi was one of resignation. He'd have more luck getting Alkaid to purify. "Honestly? In a way I'm glad its stagnant, means no one is gaining ground. But it's so boring. So pathetic that neither side can alter the scales as they are. Oh, we of order have cause to fear, tipped in the favor of chaos they are, but nothing happening makes the majority think things are going well. That we might be winning." Another snort, this of contempt.
"Idiots. "

Then, blue eyes widened a bit at the confession. Of all the things to hear from Wolframite, admittance of his flaws, much less that he missed their 'outings' wasn't expected. He was fond of them to, but it was almost an unspoken thing between them. Not to say how much comfort they found in each other's understanding.

He smiled, shaking his head. "General King-" He turned, hand reaching out, smiling as he caught an ear between his fingers gently rubbing it. "You sure you can become a king when you look more like a cute lap dog Wolfy?" He knew it was mean. "Maybe if you're a good boy, they'll let you and I play sometimes ya?" He purposely made it sound flirty. "I promise to even bring a treat or two."