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He stepped out into the evening, wrapping 'general' around him like his greatcoat, sucking in a deep lungful of the city air and then walking. There was always a chance when doing this, that he'd run into someone who knew him, knew what he was, but there was a chance too that they might be a fresher face, might be willing to talk.

Or, perhaps the best option, though he could just as easily have ushered forth as a civilian to do this, perhaps, it would be a quiet evening where in he could just observe, and feel the energy of other's moving at the fringes of his perception.

Perhaps that was why he headed for the park. He made his way to an old and familiar bench, fresh paint long since applied from when he was last there. The Daisies and paper cups of the past long since religated to garbage bins and recycling.

He took a seat and sighed, leaning back to tip his head to the sky for a long moment, just taking in the air, tempted even to pull his mask down though he so seldom did, out of anticipation of using his own weapons.

He -felt- the presence of an eternal before he could see her, stayed with his head tilted back skyward like he were tired and vulnerable, curious how this would go.

"It is so far." He replied, for a long moment not turning to face her. "I suppose it will depend on what you do with it, that will see if it continues that way." Then he turned to glance towards her, pale, pale blue eyes, a scar running up from beneath the mask, a tired expression in so much of it could be read.

"I don't believe I know you, My name is Zinkenite, or... Zink apparently, I have tea, if you're going to be civil, if not... then I'm keeping it for myself, though I know that's rather rude of me."

He lifted a Thermos, antiquated with a faded plaid print and lidded with its own plastic cup.

"I'm not attacking if you aren't..." He added, "I'm not, as some like to say, 'A monster'. Unless you count that I didn't bring biscuits to go with the tea."

He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Sounds, familiar." He murmured as he looked at her more intently. "You must have quite the reputation." Still, he did look perhaps a hair more cautious, like a cat carefully walking a ledge over deep water.

"Shame about the tea, though; I rather hoped it would be like the old days, and someone would share with me." He murmured, reminiscing.
"It sounds like we have something in common in regards to fighting - I find talking helps bring people around, much better than trying to knock teeth in or scamper around rooftops destroying public property. Are the Senshi still recruiting grade schoolers? I understand you've brought in aliens in the most current sense of the word, too. Being from dead planets wasn't enough?"

"Ah yes, I forgot how many alien worlds we'd invaded," he replied dryly. "Unless Chaos just stands for anything where things don't fit your narrative and there are consequences?"

"Hmmm... the Wall the Zodiac made in space. I'm fairly sure that was civilians too, like star seeds, though, unlike the ones I've pulled in my lifetime, it wasn't traitors or terrorists." He let out a soft laugh.
"Are you going to try and woo -me- to YOUR side?" He asked her, genuinely curious.

"With no offense, I've little to no interest in losing myself to chase the -hope- that your site might be as justified as you seem to believe you are. I've seen someone utterly lost and broken from joining you." He shook his head, a sincere sadness and loss in those pale eyes.

He took a long breath and shifted on his seat to face her better.
"Star seeds, something we take to defend the world, an unfortunate necessity in the face of a war, a casualty that wouldn't be necessary were it not for this...war. Necessary, unlike children."

"I suppose you'd like to kill me." he rebutted.
"And no, I rather dislike the idea of forced corruption, I don't call that justified, I call that asking for traitors. How much did you loose when you 'rejoined' order? Your civilian life whatever it had been? Whatever family you had, gone, a pretty sacrifice."

He shook his head and sighed. "I'll say you're a tractor but not an unexpected one; if you tried to force me to join you, count it likely that it wouldn't end well either. "I suppose you call it necessary that you recruit, what... 7-year-olds? Some of them at least are polite enough to join me for tea, and I understand their blind conviction when they have it. I understand when people choose the side they're convinced is right, time and time again... it doesn't mean I like it, but I understand it. What sort of war would it be if we didn't both have the utter conviction that our side was in the right and that our sacrifices were necessary."

"If you cared about children you wouldn't turn them into solders." He rebutted. "I hear order can, what's your word for it, "Purify" Youma, if you're so worried about these children you're dragging into the fight, perhaps do more of that."
He wasn't sure if he'd wish that for a Youma though, they had already lost so much, to ask them to loose more in exchange for...

"And I'm sorry for your loss, I know what it is to come close to loosing myself, I can't imagine what it is to have chosen to give that up. A shame, it means your convictions must be very strong to have given up so much." He shook his head.

"Enough, another time perhaps... I'm tired and you're too interesting for me to be tired. Calm at least, misguided, but calm."