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He had taken time to keep checking the roof. They agreed, and time was given. Time to sort out everything the one would need with a life. A life Wolframite didn't fully know or could understand, but one he knew was valuable to most people. A life that could all vanish in a blink of a eye and whose history could be shrouded. Time was needed, but there was never enough time to sort out everything. That's why you had to give a limit in some cases. But he gave all the warnings. Been upfront as possible to make this all transparent and clear. There were no lies to be had so that the other could make his own decisions. Wolframite had no ill will towards him, but the understanding that if push came to shove, this was war and they were enemies. Death would come at some point to either of them. They were on either sides of a very firm line.

There was a crunch of gravel as the half-youma landed, rising up from a crouch and spotting the figure. Up here on the roof, the wind was cold and the lights shined up from the streets below.

"Hello again." He said, walking over.

"Do you have everything on you that you need?" He asked, looking about to see if he had something like luggage.

"If you are ready, I can call up someone to help with the process. I could do it, but it would be very risky, and I want this to be as easy on you as possible. I don't want to take any risks that we don't have to take." He asked, moving closer with a smile. He set a hand on his shoulder.

"I have to say I'm really proud of you taking this step and going this far. I'll be here for you every step of the way. You won't be alone. Like I promised."

"If you are good to go now, I'll send out the call."

"I have one. I'll give it to you after. When I'm sure you can remember it." He said with a toothy smile.

He pulled out his crystal and with it, called out. He waited, and once he got someone on the phone, explained what was happening. The place. The reason. The need for help.

He had someone to bring into the family.

He was surprised by how quickly the new comer arrived, though glad for it. He was, in all honesty, a bit nervous over what was to come and how it was to come about. He knew it wasn't likely to be pleasant but he did hope the pain wouldn't be too bad. He wasn't going to back out though. He'd made his choice.

"It's good to see you as well. Everything is in order, thanks to Wolframite informing me of what would happen when I changed sides. I was properly able to prepare and he took things that I'm likely to need once this night is over." The other had helped him immensely and made things as easy as they could be, or so he figured. A glance to Wolframite and he nodded his head once. "I'll collect my things as soon as I can from you. I hope they haven't taken up too much space." Since he had left a second box for the other, much smaller than the first though.

"I already picked out a new last name and Wolframite's picked out a first name for me. I'm sure I'll have new documents soon enough. So I'm as ready as I can be." He'd turned his attention by now to the General King, he really was hard to miss with such a strong and powerful aura.

"I'd like to keep the name Miyamoto....so the few on the other side who knew me, the cat who chose to bring me into all of this, will know me as I will soon be..." So the name would continue and they'd hear it again...and hear it attached to a corrupt senshi and not what he had been. They'd know his fate.

Axinite listened, nodding with approval as Miyamoto explained himself and his intent. It was impossible to tell what the Chaos could do to a person’s starseed, to their memories, as it pulsed into them, as it healed them, but he assumed Wolframite had done his best to prepare for this--and Miyamoto had to know it was coming.

There didn’t appear to be any indication that the Senshi would waver, and Axinite wasn’t going to waste any opportunity that presented itself.

“Good,” he said to Wolframite, and nodded his head appreciatively. “Miyamoto, you are in good hands.”

But, he probably already knew that. Axinite just wanted Wolframite to hear it from himself, and to assure Miyamoto that he was making the right choice.

As he approached, he did so without any hostility. He didn’t want to scare the senshi, and gently laid his hand upon his chest.

“This will pass quickly,” he assured. “...Have faith for a little longer.”

And then, his hand slipped into Miyamoto’s chest, gripped his starseed, and pushed the Chaos into him. It was impossible for it to be a completely painless procedure, but Axinite kept a firm, but gentle, grip; the steady flow of Chaos was a clear sign that he had done this before--and he was good at it.

He wanted it over just as quickly as Miyamoto did.

It was always nostalgic to see someone corrupt. It brought back memories of the first time, or for Wolframite, the second. The feeling of a hand reaching into a untouched body to graze their starseed and dictate their side of the war. The surprise and pain from a spot otherworldly that you couldn't explain it fully.

He watched close by, patient and waiting, until the senshi's uniform wavered, shifted, darkened, and the crack started to form below their collarbone and brow. Corrupted senshi - he wondered how their corruption compared to someone like him.

As the other wavered, he reached over and took the other's arm to steady him and offer whatever support, physically or figuratively, that he could provide.

"It gets you. Don't try to push yourself. You took on a lot more than I expected." And he was unsure why his signature felt stronger than what he predicted.

Nodding his head he didn't speak for several moments. "I know, I know I need to rest." he could feel it in his body, in every fiber, he knew a rest would be needed more than almost anything else right now. One thing however weighed down on him and pushed itself to the forefront of his mind. He couldn't remember who he'd been as a civilian...there was no name to attach to who he'd be once he powered down. He knew he'd once had a name, everyone did, and he knew he'd lose some memories...he'd give up a part of himself - this was it. He'd lost the memories of his family, his career, his home. It hurt deep in a hallow sort of sense...like a giant gaping hole was there. He couldn't even try and fathom a guess to any of the missing pieces.

He could go to the General King for anything he needed...he needed a life, a name. Looking to Wolframite he moved towards him and reached for the half youma. "I remember I gave you a letter, I reread it when I left a box for you. A name....I said I'd pick my last name but I wanted you to pick out a first name for me." Since Wolframite was helping, in an odd sense, to birth a new him - to give him a new life.

"I need a name...and papers then." So he could get through the world. He'd need identification made up with a name and if he wanted an education as well. He would need to see if the boxes contained hints to his past career and education, he was sure they would. He wasn't the sort to exclude such important things about himself.

"I can get identification and paperwork?" Looking to the General King even as he leaned some of his weight on the Captain, hoping it was ok to do so. "I'll rest once I have a name and know I'll have papers. I can't serve and do my best if I can't move about in the world." And to do that he needed identification and paperwork. He would work out the rest, he'd have to, but he was too tired and weak and it was keeping the panic and racing of thoughts from hitting him. It would hit later, once this was all over, he knew it would.

"Amamiya for the family name..." He didn't know if he'd thought about it, and forgotten what he might have decided on, but it was what came to him now. "Using the characters for rain and shrine...I think it fits." At least loosely, given his magic. He held a questioning look in his dark eyes as they focused back on Wolframite. Was it an ok surname? Did the other pick something out for him that would fit? Did he pick something out at all? He was certain he had...he could trust the other, he had this far after all.