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Patrols were still touch and go for Eurydike. It was better now that he was eternal, at least. There was something to be said for knowing he was technically a lot less likely to face a situation where he was ridiculously outclassed, but that didn't mean the feeling had left him. The memory of that general and how powerless he'd been to stop her was too fresh still in his mind, punctuated by the the fabric that now at least thankfully covered his eye. Interesting how the sailor suit or whatever the ******** it was called had adapted to suit his needs. Probably the one damn thing it was good for.

Stop it. Try an' be more positive man.

What the ******** is there to be positive about? You haven't had any damn luck, and that was true; unlike before, trying his best to just support whoever he came across, there were more reasons to come out here now than there'd been before. Especially - he hadn't seen that youma again yet, not since that night. But she had to be out there somewhere, and Eurydike knew he had to find her.

He just didn't know what the ******** he'd do when he did.

Needless to say, all this made it a hell of a relief when it was an order signature, not chaos, that came at him. Eurydike stopped moving, instead lingering at a corner as whoever it was drew near. He idly fidgeted with the fabric over his bad eye, something that was rapidly becoming a habit, and took the chance to light up a cigarette while he waited.

This guy wasn't tall. Ironically, that's the first thing Eurydike noticed, and you'd think it would have been the eye. But the fact of the matter was a lot of these powered ******** were damn tall, especially the men, and it was kind of a relief to come across someone who didn't tower over him for once - at least not without heels involved. (Funny how his outfit was willing to compensate for the whole missing eye thing and not the short thing. Whatever.)

"You say it like it's gotta be one or the other, " he retorted with a low laugh, his voice gruff and deep as ever, but for all the words rolling into each other with the natural drawl of a proud New Yorker, it carried - and there was an innate warmth carried within it too, an organic thing he would've denied if anyone pointed it out to him.

Then, he took a closer look and the realization hit him like ice - and immediately, a flood of questions and feelings he couldn't begin to put words to choked him, and he took a harder drag of his cigarette, fidgeting with the patch again as his face burned.

"Uh, so, " instead of addressing the obvious, he went with this, "I'm Eurydike, by the way. An' you?"

"Gevaudan, " Eurydike repeated carefully, his typical way of committing s**t to memory. Hadn't forgotten a name yet. He tried to ignore the way the knight was staring at him, or specifically, his eye, because he was trying not to make it weird, but -

He stiffened when the other man grabbed his wrist, although it shouldn't have been a surprise - even without knowing Logan Hitchcock's history, Eurydike was sporting enough scars to write a goddamn book about. The tension ebbed quickly though, and his cheeks burned. He toyed with the cigarette between his lips, mumbling out a low apology. (Although did it really need an apology? - you were annoyin' him though.)

Then, he kind of made an attempt at a smile, although it was kind of shallow. "Y'mean with the fidgetin' or the smokin'? Heh." Eurydike kind of shook his head. Stupid joke. Idiot. "Sorry, yeah, it's - still feels like if I take it off, it'll be - it's kinda new. Like, it's healin' an' all. Just not used to this bein' like - there any way to talk about it that ain't awkward as s**t?"

The burn in Eurydike's cheeks did not subside, but in his one good eye, visible relief immediately flooded in like a wave; even if he was s**t with words sometimes, when he was struggling the hardest, his eyes and body language had always been the best way to read him. He was a little embarrassed, still, but it felt so goddamn good in that moment to have someone immediately knew where he was coming from. "I - yeah, " he finished, a little lamely for what it was. He wanted to say so much more to what this guy was telling him, like how frustrating the little things were, like pouring out his bourbon at night or how nerve-wracking patrolling had been between this and the attack that'd caused it. He wanted to say it all, but that wasn't really something a guy should blurt out approximately five minutes after meeting someone.

Fritz got it too, of course. An attack had ******** him up too. It was just... it was harder talking to Fritz about s**t like that, and there was just so much other s**t wrapped up in other s**t with a shitty bow on top. And he didn't really want to put Fritz through a conversation like that, especially now that he was happier again, finally. It felt like tapping on Pandora's Box.

This guy was offering s**t up - empathy - and by the looks of it, he was in the same place Eurydike was now, with half the world pitch black instead of blurred. "Ah, s**t, you're right, " he grunted, drawing his hand away like it'd been burned and giving a rough, but sheepish, laugh. "Sorry, I'm ********' - I'm the worst at leavin' s**t well enough alone, really. I keep thinkin' the damn patch is in the way or somethin'." He grunted again, roughly pushing his hair away from his face and shaking out his hands before taking another drag of his cigarette.

His gaze dropped, and his cheeks burned again, although this was purely out of shame. "Yeah. Revenge - ever have somethin' come outta nowhere, but when it happens you think s**t I had that coming? Kinda one of those, " which probably sounded ******** ridiculously oddly specific. "I was part of some mission awhile back, never met this lady face to face, but I didn't help her an' - when they say payback's a b***h, don't think they meant a goddamn crystal to the face." Eurydike kind of tried to laugh it off; it was a ********, deflated effort. The whole thing was too fresh to slap something over it and pretend it hadn't been ******** reflex to take the spotlight off it was to start, "How'd you - " And then he stopped himself, wincing. "I mean. If you're cool talkin' 'bout it." Way to blurt out a ton of s**t and get invasive. s**t head.

Eurydike kind of laughed. "I mean - it's ********, yeah. It's not a pretty picture, an' I ain't gonna be modelin' any time soon, that's for sure." He was trying to make a joke out of it, still. It was just in his nature to try and write s**t like that off without the focus lingering too long on him, especially his weak points. This guy didn't need all this s**t five minutes after meeting him.

Then, he visibly cringed. "I was - I kinda got mixed up in an operation that - we were holdin' nega agents for information, " and he felt awkward talking about it, but the context was kind of necessary. "She was apparently one of the agents that we got, an' I didn't know her, like, directly, but - I was in the wrong? I think. I don't ********' know." After everything, he was more ******** on the negavese than ever to be honest. "But she remembered me, an' this was my payback. Karma, I guess."

It felt really heavy to be getting into on a first conversation, and he honestly felt a little worse hearing Gevaudan used to be negaverse himself. Although hey, he had come around, so there was that. Eurydike didn't feel like he could judge him any more than he could judge Rhys. "You mean to tell me, " he remarked, a brow arching a bit, "that you had the ********' balls to pick a fight with a ********' princess? - wait, who's Castor? He a senshi?" His network was small, but with magic involved, he kind of assumed senshi. "Still though, that's a hell of a story." He kind of half cracked a smile. "Bold an' all. No shame in that."

Not like being wrapped up in a torture plot.

The tone he took changed, and Eurydike wasn't stupid; he knew he had to be honest, but he had to watch how blatantly honest he was. Gev was on his side, though, at least now he was. That was the big take-away here, that and Eurydike had to own what he'd done. So he took a deep breath.

"We did, yeah - apparently it was some kind of counter-strike or somethin', since the negaverse had taken order people an' done the same to 'em before, " he said. "That was before my time an' all, but I was honestly just... tryin' to protect my husband, boyfriend at the time. Negaverse had hurt him already, an' I wanted to try an' protect him. Mauvians came up with some tech to him 'em, don't really remember who got this thing off the ground though. I just kinda got looped in." Thraen. That had been his link, but Eurydike wasn't about to put any kind of target on his friend's back.

"I was a basic then, so mostly I just did support s**t. Water, patrollin', tried questionin' a few people. Got rough with one lieutenant, turned out to be my husband later, so... pretty much a wash, an' it's just bitten me in the a** since. Can't say I don't deserve it though." He moved as if he was going to fidget with his patch before he remembered, grumbling to himself and looking down at the ground instead.

Although.

"Did anyone else do that? - besides the negaverse?"

Something welled up in Eurydike, small but... more intense than he would have expected. Especially since he'd never really vocalized it at all, at least not yet. "Doesn't have to be, " he said before he could really think, his cheeks growing a little warm.

Whether or not one senshi really made a difference, well - especially him.

Eurydike nodded along, eager not to get himself into more bullshit when he was still healing, so he got to moving, falling into step with the knight.

Almost immediately, though, he missed one. "You mean to tell me white moon started this whole torture bullshit in the first place?" he asked, shock written across his face. "You ********' kiddin' me?" Cutting tongues, murder, burns - "I heard 'bout Dark Mirrors, but I ain't met any of 'em, " he admitted. Didn't sound like the best origins, though, and it was the first he'd ever heard that they used to be his people once upon a time.

The question was easy to answer. "No. Not again. Can't speak for anybody else, but I'm drawin' a line in the sand for me - I mean - " It wasn't that he was rethinking it, but since they were being so honest, "It's hard. 'Cause on one hand, this whole thing - I wanna ********' end the cycle. I'd like it if it stopped with me, y'know? - but then - " Eurydike bit his lower lip hard. "The negaverse did somethin' - ********' unforgivable to somebody I love. Somebody I thought was gone. An' that on top of this, I don't really know what the ******** to do about it."

The next question, though, it made him wince. "He doesn't remember. Any of it. Which I mean, I'm grateful, I'm so ********' grateful he remembers the good an' not the bad, but - kinda feels undeserved, y'know? Like I got off easy."