Welcome to Gaia! ::

Well, that... was not encouraging, and it certainly struck Babylon as a big, fat catch twenty-two. If you let the youma roam as they were, they got into all sorts of trouble, but if you destroyed them... you only doomed someone to take their place. "That," he told the captain, "is frankly disturbing."

But what was he going to do about it? Stop dusting youma? He needed a second opinion there - maybe a third. It seemed to be a two-sided problem. You needed to stop the youma, but also the negaversers who made the youma... which was what they'd been saying all along. So really, while this was information he hadn't quite put together before, it was really nothing new.

Not anything worth getting hung-up on.

Babylon really hadn't considered what to ask next - and he wasn't sure he had earned another question, seeing as she hadn't asked him anything just now. He supposed he had questions about what he'd seen at the warehouse, the night Avalon had stabbed Bischofite and he'd risen worse and stranger than before... but he secretly doubted that even one so scientifically minded as Zircon understood that bit of dark magic.

Besides: he didn't really want to know the nitty-gritty of how a human and a youma wound up merged. It would only give him nightmares.

"That's really the only thing I'd planned on asking you," he said, shrugging.

You aren't bad for someone who glows. Babylon shrugged sheepishly. "Thanks," he called after the rapidly-disappearing negaverser. Pretty okay for someone who glowed. Huh. Well, he supposed that he could live with adding that to his resume.