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[Arcadus]

Bored, bored bored bored bored. Food wasn't doing the trick, Akando has been asleep since their last hunt, and it wasn't like Arcadus was making any progress on the projects he was working on. The techniques had barely manifested themselves and his newest attempts to forge a weapon hadn't really worked out. It keep turning to iron dust every time he tried to get the runes right. In either case, maybe a walk would soothe his mind, since kicking sand in the desert had lost its luster. 

Hollows had scattered well before he could see them, though he could sense them even through the walls. He wasn't bothering to hide his aura or his reiatsu as he strolled through he winding halls and tunnels. Arcadus could always garganta back to his palace, so he wasn't particularly expecting to go anywhere. He just wanted to walk and walk and think. Despite the samey nature of the corridors, the sense of movement and changing bricks and stone gave him the illusion of movement even if he wasn't going anywhere fast. 

Didn't help he was being tied down with dozens of new threads, things were happening fast, Cami was nowhere to be seen, powerful devils had taken an interest in him, Hell was moving to make a serious power play in the grand scheme of the three worlds. Didn't help that his hunts with Akando had been bringing out that thing, the hollow in his mind. It bugged him how much he couldn't really do anything about it. Stopping for a moment, he thought. Technically, that wasn't true. If he could have someone who could read minds, like he could, there was potentially something to be done, but he didn't know how much he liked that prospect of someone mucking around in his brain. 

Standing at a cross roads, before moving past, Arcadus shuddered about the last time he was left alone with his thoughts at a cross roads. He hoped something could be done about this, if anything at all. As well, he'd heard through the grape vine that a new leader of Exquias had arisen, so that was likely another knife in his back if things got rough and he had to make bad decisions. Groaning as he stepped out of the cross roads, Arcadus flicked on one of the lights in the tunnel. 

[Lagos Oscuras]

Lagos, much like Arcadus, was not the kind of person that liked to be left to their internal thoughts. She was not a very sentimental person, and when her mind wandered, there were many demons that often stirred. Instead she occupied herself with work. Whether that he her experiments with creating Hollows for herself, seeking Hollows that were worthy of potentially turning into Arrancar, and or progressing her skills as a warrior. However, there was something that she had come to acknowledge in her time as an Espada.

At the end of the day, no matter their loyalties, allegiances, motives, or backgrounds? They were all Arrancar. Espada. They were in a sense her support structure, and her, theirs even if it was so long as it was convenient. With a solemn and neutral expression upon her face, she approaches him. Arcadus. Her sources say that he is capable of reading thoughts. Some people say he reads your soul, capable of understanding one's innermost thoughts and desires. Lagos didn't doubt he could sense insecurities. However, she doubted that he could empathize or even truly fathom the significance and meaning of why the pain was so significant. For that required experience, perspective, and empathy. So. Lagos had no fear of such mental assault.

She was far from inner peace. However, she did understand disorder within oneself was a great weapon to be used. Let the anger hone itself like a sharp edge. "I wish to apologize for before. For the brazen...manner in which I made my first impression. Arcadus." Frankly. Lagos herself was not relatively well known as an Espada. More so as a Fraccion to a formerly prominent member of the Espada echelon. Taking a deep breath, the fox proceeds to occupy his attention, and with a slight squeeze of her fist, she flourishes it outward, her hand uncurling whilst she rolls her wrist.

"I've come to realize the importance of my support structure if I am to go about assisting in the field, and that we, as Espada, as Arrancar, as higher beings have no need to devolve into savagery and brutality against one another. So long as our goals align." That said. The silver haired woman had several questions for the man, but was most curious on his mindset. To see if he generally agreed, as well as his potential to be amicable. "I was hoping while we are together, we could talk. Get to know one another. About anything you'd like" That said, she crunches her fists together, her right hand then falling to her waist.

[Wynne Kuchiki]

Las Noches was an interesting place. A fortress located in the endless sands of Hueco Mundo. She hadn’t heard much about this place. Only rumours and vague information from Camile and Col. But here she was anyway since she wanted to see the place for herself. Was it a wise idea? Maybe not, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not after Camile’s disappearance. Even though it had been weeks, the pain still felt fresh in her heart. Where was her wayward friend? Dead or alive she knew not and it worried her.

The fortress wasn’t empty, but no one had tried to mess with Wynne yet, perhaps due to the spot of the fortress she was currently exploring? Or perhaps due to her 6 foot frame? She was still getting used to her new height, as she was barely over 5 feet a few weeks before. Being this tall nowadays still took some getting used too. One thing she enjoyed about this place were the dark halls. The shadows were pleasant to be in, they suited her current mood. The only downside was that it was boring. Was there no one else here?

As the shinigami walked down another hallway, she soon reached the crossroads occupied by two individuals. The first one took on the form of a tall male with an overbearing height of seven feet. Quite the imposing figure. Even taller than her. Something she didn’t see much of nowadays. The second was a shorter woman with long white hair. Judging from their other distinguishing features and the information Camille had told her, these must be Arrancar. Her second one she had seen in Hueco Mundo. Waving her hand in greeting, Wynne began to speak. “Hello.”

[Arcadus]

Turning to face the comparatively small silver maned Arrancar, Arcadus eyed her form and figure. She was certainly calmer than they had first met, especially considering that Lagos had come to fight him. But she also had something Arcadus had seen in others before. Regret, and it was something that seemed behind glass to him. Like some kind of rare fish or exceptional work of art from some rare and elusive culture. To have understood your actions as wholly unfortunate to have played out. 

As well, it seemed like her regret was more towards how she approached him, in the sense that it was wrong of her to do so. While it wasn't wise to threaten the man who brutalized the man who taught you everything, this seemed like moral issue, again, something Arcadus acknowledged the existence of, but wasn't very familiar with. He wasn't sure why Lagos was doing this, he hadn't really thought about it or reacted to Lagos's mistepping their bounds beyond the first instance. Perhaps that small display really did shake her that much. 

Arcadus's face, a pleasant smile like a streak of flowers on a meadow, breathed some warmth into the featureless walls. "Well, its to be expected that some of our more proactive Espada, even if they are lower ranking, to have some gall and passion. Its a trait you should be proud to have." The tone of the larger figure reverberated, not in an echo, but more of a simmer, there was a warmth in them, a sort of forgiveness. Shifting back, as if to lean on some invisible wall, and for the first time, shifting his gaze to meet Lagos. 

Arcadus's gaze, his stance, and how his smile seemed held on with pins, made the azure gaze out of his eyes feel like standing infront of some kind of huge sea creature, who's entire eye could swallow your silhouette "You seem to be willing to cooperate with a grander plan for the Espada. I'm glad to hear it, its about time the Espada have some cohesion and movement instead of sitting in palaces hiding from challengers. I hope this new flame of yours lasts outside my own." Exhaling, like a great wind passing a storm over a plain before it rained, the tension passed. 

"Indeed, what has you out and about the innards of this giant stone..." Gaze flicking off of Lagos, and whirling around to face the new actor entering the stage, white gold robe swishing behind him, framing his 7 foot height as far wider and much fuller of a outline than his chiseled frame would allow. Staring down, smolder behind cold blue under his furrowed brow, at the tiny reaper tepidly standing in the hallway. "And who might you be, little shinigami?"

[Wynne Kuchiki]

Pulling herself up from her semi slouch, Wynne showed Arcadus a lackluster smile as she loomed in all of her 6 foot 2 glory. If Col’s information was correct, Las Noches was run by a traitor of the Gotei 13, so a Shinigami being here shouldn’t be too strange. It might raise a few eyebrows, but that was about it. If they didn’t want people just walking in, perhaps they should station guards around? “Wynne Kuchiki. I just wanted to see what Las Noches had to offer and if the rumours were true. May I ask who you might be?”

Nodding towards the male arrancar and the female one as well, Wynne waited for a response. She had been exploring this place for a while and these two were the first living things she had seen. Not many people were around. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the area she was in, or if there just weren’t many arrancar stationed at Las Noches to begin with. Either way they seemed amiable, so she had a feeling they’d be able to hold a polite conversation. If they were hollows, she had a feeling the outcome would be quite different. Those creatures seemed to only have hunger on their mind.

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[Arcadus]

"Rumors? What kind of rumors are there floating out in the Soul Society about Los Noches? We're not exactly a welcoming place to shinigami, or anyone for that matter. If your looking for someone, I might know where they are." Tilting his head like confused elk, Arcadus had conjured up a breeze with some of his aura, a faint smell of burning wafting through the hallways. "You seem a bit lost, the Arrancar around here aren't as mean as so  many of the hollows that stalk the halls, but they're still dangerous, I don't know if it was wise to just approach some strangers. I am Ser Trecera, Arcadus of the Espada, this" Gesturing with a flourish of his robe, gold trim flashing as he did so. 

"This is Lagos, though I should leave them to introduce themselves." Swishing his robe, and as the dust continued to sift across the floor, Arcadus Stepped towards wynne, probing their soul with his senses, peering for some scrap of information to latch onto, can, after flicking through the scenes and words of Wynne leaving, saw Camila. Shocked, Arcadus mentally composed his thoughts. So they know Cami, and travelled here with her.  This, was potentially very good or very bad, as he didn't see or sense Camilla anywhere nearby. 

It wouldn't be like Camilla to leave someone she had taken the time to smuggle out of the Soul Society, and much less leave them in Los Noches. "So you know Cami? Can you tell me why you're here wynne, and what you know about Cami?" Arcadus had crouched down slightly to be eye level with the shinigami, stooping slightly as well as bending his knees, his frame and aura shrinking to more of a concerned tension, like a gently compressed spring. 

[Lagos Oscuras]

Lagos seemed to look the man over when he mentioned proactiveness, passion, a flame, and pride. Lagos was one of the most prideful Arrancar in all of Las Noches in some ways. Not in her status as an Espada. No, there was no pride in holding the lowest of the Espada's ranking titles, even if that meant at least as of now, she was the ninth most powerful Arrancar in Kouhai's command. It meant she was Kouhai's and Lagos was the kind of individual who as of now anyways had no pride in being subordinate to anyone or anything other than her own ambitions.

"I suppose so." A simple response of few words, as she tried to gauge Arcadus. See this man, and not think of him as the man whom brutalized her former master, the man of whom she came to adore, disgust, and have a variety of conflicted feelings on, but instead, as a neutral party. The Tercera Espada. She had to quell her feelings of internal rage, loathing, and also regret in order to face him with a more composed mind.

Though, now that they were together, she proceeded to cross her arms over her chest. "One of the reasons why the Espada run rampant with no goal or direction is partly due to the lack of drive, or guidance from the top. An organization is only as good as its subordinates or its high command. Usually a failing business is involving incompetence or negligence of either of or both of those two things." She stated that as a relative fact. They all acknowledged Kouhai was the strongest, and therefore held dominion over all of Las Noches and its confines, so much so that it became the only part of Hueco Mundo that truly was worth knowing in its infinite expanse.

"If I may say. I may not know much about you, but from your solemn and demure demeanor, I imagine you must not be a very exciting man." Lagos says, waving her right hand dismissively of the man before her. He was well built, chiseled like a marble statue of some Renaissance artist. However, he was just that. A work of art. He seemed to have little liveliness or passion about him from her first impression, or strong feelings, or general eccentricity that she could tell.

He kept himself an enigma. "Unfortunately, an Espada such as myself has no such luxury in "hiding away" in palaces. Whatever the case. Nearly every day am I confronted by Arrancar that wish to usurp me of my position, and nearly every day, I crush them beneath my bootheel, and if feeling particularly merciful enough might let them live so as to have the opportunity of challenging me again." That said. Lagos proceeds to cross her arms behind her back before taking the liberty to ask.

"So then. With your new position. What is your agenda? Arcadus-Sama?" 

When confronted with the visage of another, she turns to look upon the Shinigami, before she is introduced before this thing. "Please don't introduce me so formally to this Shinigami." She calls out, with a vehement disgust in her tone, a slight hiss. Lagos would have grasped her face with her palm, if it was not for Arcadus seemingly approaching with interest. She was beautiful in a way, yes, something Lagos admired, especially in women for her sexual preference. However.

This one was intruding far beyond her comfort station. 

[Arcadus]

Noting the Shinigami's lack of a response, Arcadus turned to face the other Espada. Looking down at them, Arcadus wondered what they were really trying to get at. "I speak not specifically of you, but of Espada like Seraph and Rio, who while possessing some power, don't see many challenges and do not seek to expand their power. Rio at least has the excuse of being as friendly and welcoming to exist near as a nuclear bomb, but Seraph is what I dislike in Espada."

"Distant, unmoving. Static. Strength and its nature are constantly changing, and I respect the lower ranking Espada, like you and Beast, for fending off challenges like that, the constant assault and plots to usurp you prove your strength, though, perhaps that is because yours does not stick in peoples minds. No one can argue with the pile of slag that sits now on the 4th floor, where I fought your master for my position. I have the fortune of powers that leave lasting damage on the world, not just people." 

"As for if I'm "exciting", I am here with a purpose, as I am everywhere as the Trecera. I am, subdued, you might say, so as not to scare away others, like how a great bolt of lightning can send creatures large and small diving for cover. My passions are in my actions, in my goals, not always in my appearance and mannerisms. If you want proof of my passions, look to the sight of my battles, the black glass craters that dot the sands." 

Gargaunta's opened to different spots across the desert sands, black glassy craters wehre Arcadus's flames had burned and sank through the sands, devouring them into slag and obsidian scars on the white expanses. Despite the sweeping winds filling them with sand, they were still visible from the birds-eye view there Gargaunta made, and as Arcadus waved his hand to close them, the faintest sound of classing battle and charging cero could be heard. 

Arcadus's posture was relaxed, practically airy, as he leaned against some invisible wall, legs bent back from his ankles at an angle that shouldn't support someone. The slightest smille seemed to ripple across his face, eyes and brow following, the notes of smugness like gentle sunlight reflecting off the ground into a room. "My agenda, if you wish to call it that, is to use this phenomenal power, this might, to formalize and organize Arrancar, create a power that is greater than anyone person. "

"I believe this a lot to learn from other cultures and races, how they have managed to survive despite their weaknesses, their failings and short comings. Like how the Shinigami Nobles formed their attack dogs of the Soul Society, and now pose far more of a threat than any one person might, so to do I wish to organize Arrancar, and whatever pawns we can gather in the gravity of our power and superiority, those that recognize us as what we are, into a greater force than any one warrior." 

Arcadus stature and pose had shifted, crossed arms had become open palms, arms spread wide as if to illustrate the enormity of what he was suggesting. Radiance was pouring from his smile, which had blossomed into an ecstatic grin at the thought of what he was proposing. The lean he was some how managing was practically reversed, looming over Lagos, shadow covering them from the artificial sun, blue eyes burning out from behind that shadow. 

[Lagos Oscuras]

He suggested organization, more so than the loose sort of autonomous servitude the Arrancar held to Kouhai in this period of time. What he seemingly proposed was the idea of forming the Espada into an actual system of government. Organized government. "Interesting." She proceeds to note, before then shaking her head with a shrug of her shoulders. "But a fruitless endeavor. I'm afraid." She seems rather sure, before speaking before him.

"The only reason why the Espada exist, in the way that they do, this society of Arrancar exists in the way that it does is because there sits a man who's power is seen to be absolute. He can enforce his will, and through sheer strength can maintain his "loyalty". Which for most part doesn't exist. What you suggest. Is an idea of cooperation for the benefit of a whole. A collective." Lagos proceeded to motion with her hands, her arms spread wide as she seemed to move them about as a conductor might. Illustrating her words with her very body.

"Hollows, by nature are selfish. Brutal creatures. Regardless of their strength or cunning. They seek to advance themselves, their station in a brutal cycle of evolution. Every day is a struggle to survive. The Arrancar are not much different. They are opportunistic, and seek to reach a pinnacle. They look for weakness, and pounce upon the opportunity because there is no reason for there to be any loyalty. True loyalty that is. We fight for no single aligned cause. No motives other than our own."

"We only serve because of strength until the one who wields it is unable. That is what it means to be an Arrancar. To be part of the Espada. I cannot say you'd understand, seeing you only recently joined the Espada, and in a very high ranking. However, from the lower echelons, so you'd put it. I am challenged every day. There are those that look to exploit any weakness, and use any means to seize my position. Unless we made a system of hierarchy that is unchanging and secure. With rules that prevent any would be usurper from seizing power, or an expanding hierarchy."

"I don't see any stability. There is little comradery amongst us. Certainly no united motive or cause most of us would see eye to eye with. We are a contentious people. Hahahahaha! Though I am intrigued. How would you do it? What is your "vision". And to what lengths would you go to enforce such...reforms?"  

[Arcadus]

"Fruitless? Nature? I wouldn't be so sure. Arrancar are, as most Espada and other Arrancar of any note prove, are capable of great organization and action. Hollows are brutal, selfish, and seeking weakness. But every day a struggle to survive? I wouldn't be so sure. And what if that was changed? What if those things were made so that those things did not have to be? If strength was something that was cultivated not for survival, but for its own sake, for power's own sake."

"Lagos I'm as familiar with the liquid nature of strength, and the challenges to Espada. My challenging of the previous Cuarta was an incredible fight for me, and very, very close. I hope you don't begrudging me speaking on it. As familiar as I am with struggle and battle, I'm keen to turn aside blades and blasts with words and bringing those things into my own control. Charisma and leadership is simply another type of strength, and its one I think the Espada are short in."

"I have found that it is far better for two or three people, who may be weaker, to fight together, than it is for one strong person to fight alone. More can be done, more attacks launched, a wider breadth of abilities, of styles and expertises, or focusing on a single strength shared by all three, they can exceed a single person. I believe I can side step holding the might needed to force Arrancar to organize, the kind Kouhai possesses, through amassing this kind of strength, of allies and allegiances, of a variety of abilities and skills that follow me."


"Whats more, you talk about Arrancar as a whole, as if they all follow single lines of design, yet you and I are Arrancar, and are both individuals with our own desires and wants. Our natures might be stronger than humans, but we aren't slaves to them, unless you want to say that is a part of our strength, that we are unbound by our natures. Do you remember what I said when we first met? That those who would seek to keep others weak are the weakest of all?"  

"If you'd call my wish to win battles before they begin, to win mental fights if they can be won, weakness, I would ask you to consider if you've been fighting for the sake of fighting, or fighting to win, to advance." 

[Lagos Oscuras]

"Power for power's sake is meaningless. A waste without direction or purpose." She muses. "Everyone seeks power for various reasons. Self improvement. To further one's agendas. To be the one to guide and direct power. For some...to serve another." She mumbles the last part to herself, though she proceeds to reflect on what she's said so far with Arcadus' own words. "Don't misconstrue me. I don't believe that charisma isn't a strength. Certainly not. Though I'm of the belief that charisma is charisma. Power is power." She explains.

"I'm of the general belief that cooperation, while often times a necessity, is simply a sign that one is too weak to fulfill their agendas with their own strength. Not to say that subordinates are not useful, for there is always a need for them. To fulfill various parts, and roles, and to deal with the menial aspects of things. However, to rely on others for one's own ambitions. That is weakness. To need others for success." 

She proceeds to then note. "Kouhai. He is a man with power that could be considered godly. He could kill every Espada, even if he worked in tandem unison. We are not needed for him, though we may be convenient. He could replace any, and all of us at any time. We are a resource. An expendable resource. Kouhai is while detestable, what all seek to emulate and become." That said, she proceeds to think, tapping her foot along the ground, as she tilts her head.

"To keep others weak is one way of looking at it, but that sounds rather cynical. I'd much rather prefer the other view. To be so strong, that everyone else's strength is irrelevant. So that they'd always be weak in comparison." That said, when he asked about her mentality of battle, of fighting, she proceeds to raise her right hand to her chin, before giving a soft exhale. "Irrelevant really."

Her eyes gaze towards the floor, and then back to Arcadus' own frame. "So far, I'm interested in this idea of organization. If only because I've been working on producing my own forces. And have some experience networking on that regard. That, and you seem to have been thinking about this for some time. And I'd be willing to cooperate with you to see your motive and agenda met, that is. If mine are held." She gives an almost foxy grin, as if her own fox skull mask was smiling atop her head.

"Consider me wiled by your charisma." 

[Arcadus]

"Power is power, it takes many forms. Its end is whatever you want it to be. And as for serving others... I think that can be its own reward at times. As for one's own strength, its often times we simply aren't able to shift things the way we would like to be. No one can lift all of Hueco Mundo, so we find others to help us. As for you making your own forces, isn't that no different than wiling those who you wish to your side through charisma, or summoning constructs?"

"Kouhai is someone who's strength is based in a single weapon he wields. There are flaws in any form of that kind of strength. Being disarmed, it being stolen, it breaking or being countered. There are all manner of things that cna go wrong with that. But he besides it is still incredibly strong, stronger than most captains that exist in the seireitei and beyond any of the espada, though the gap is severly shortened without it. It's something that is being considered."

"In any case, I'd be interested to see that. I'm sure you're already aware of some of the nature's of my abilities. If you're capable of creating these "forces" without issue, that is very interesting and very useful. And if they are anywhere as strong as arrancar, or even gillians, they are not to discounted. Is this your release, or some techinque unique to yourself, or is it an advanced form of minion summoning?" Arcadus seemed ever more intent on the smaller arrancar, his straight posture given way to a curious gaze and excited smile. 

If Lagos was willing to join his plans, he certainly had the guile to at least interest any of the other Espada in his notions of power and gain. From there, his ability to overthrow Kouhai would be sure, even if the actual plan would require none of them. As much as he didn't want to admit it, his strengths weren't going to be applied to that plan, but his organizational prowess and ability to sway others to his side. That strength, that charisma is what would secure him that throne.

And in the event that the others were using this as an oppurtunity to take out a stronger prey and leave it to respectively weaker predator? That could be dealt with all the same. "Show me this power, and we can meet again, at a place of your choosing. Warp to my floor, talk to Atlas. Huge man, white hair, black suit. He'll let me know, though he might ask you to close your eyes. I'd do as he asks. Now about those forces, if you could give me a demonstration or an explanation, that would be wonderful. I'm so honored to be so bluntly told by someone they've been wiled, I have to admit that hasn't happened before. Your a very interesting person Lagos. " 

[Wynne Kuchiki]

Giving the taller arrancar a frown, Wynne narrowed her eyes in thought. “I don’t believe I ever mentioned knowing Camille? Pray tell how you came about that information?” Staring at the male with a dull look, the shinigami clad in black chose to end her words there. It was best not to give up too much information about herself and Camille. Although it seemed as though it was a tad bit too late, since Arcadus knew about her and Cami, something she had kept a tight lid on. Talking about herself was fine, but Camille? That was something she wasn't too fond of. Cami was a sore topic for her after all.

Lagos on the other hand didn’t seem to like her that much, which made sense, seeing as their kind weren’t really friends to begin with. Not complete opposites as compared to hollows, but not too similar either. Didn’t really matter much to Wynne though, since she wasn’t here to make friends. Just to gather information and find out where Camille had disappeared too. Although judging from the two’s conversation, she had a feeling they wouldn’t have the information she was seeking. Which was unfortunate, but such was the way of things. She would just have to keep looking elsewhere until she found what she sought.

[Arcadus]

"Well, to answer you're question, Camila had come to Los Noches for a few reasons, but one of them she expressed to me, was that she wanted to be one of the Espada. I presume that was due to a particular condition she might have had, and how she was treated in the Reaper's ranks. I hope you won't begrudge me for sparring with her, it is somewhat traditional if someone who is not an Arrancar to prove themselves before fighting for a spot."

In all likelyhood, this shinigami might not know Cami personally, but it was worth investigating, if only to find out what happened to her. He hadn't seen her for a ver long time, and unfortunately, she might have perished somewhere. "I personally advocated for her to be on the Espada, though she has disappeared somewhere, and I'm not sure where. Its very hard to search all of Los Noches for one person you see and its not like I have the organized forces of the sereitei to search for her." 

"And if you aren't here with Cami, I would ask you, Wynne, what and why are doing here? Its a very dangerous place and not the best place to hide, unless you're looking to hide from something other than Arrancar and Hollows. Though if that is the case, I wouldn't think hiding so far into Los Noches, or in this city at all would be a smart decision. Why not hide out in Hueco Mundo's infinite sands, its not like you're going to find the edge and fall off."

[Wynne Kuchiki]

“What Camila does is up to her, it is not my place to judge.” If Camila had to spar with Arcadus to prove herself to the arrancar, then so be it. It wasn’t too far-fetched since their kind wasn’t welcomed in these parts. After all, the two were shinigami after all. They literally lived in different worlds. If Wynne saw an arrancar in Soul Society, she wouldn’t trust them either, so you had to do what you had to do in order to make things worth. That was just the way things were.

“I’m here because I’m looking for Camile and information about her whereabouts. And I did wait out in the endless sands, needless to say it didn’t end too well for me.” In for a penny, in for a pound. While Wynne didn’t want to be an Espada like Camila, she did want some information. Waiting around wasn’t giving her information, so she needed to take the initiative. Even if it came at a risk. But any risk was worth it when it came to her friend. All of this might be useless, but perhaps it wouldn’t be. There was only one way to find out.