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[Retane]

Jack gave a nod, but had remained silent. The namekian stared his comrade in the eyes trying to read his mind. The subject matter was still fresh, and Retane didn't want to go too deep into it. It was almost obvious that Jack Frost wanted to know how he could just walk away from Probitas like he did. The Emerald Warrior had found it much harder then he would let on or anyone could ever imagine to do such a thing. It was just asdifficult of the choice he had made when he sent Naturae to Ambrosia. Still, the Leader of the Horsemen had to live with his choices and couldn't go back. It was hard to do, but he felt his decisions were the correct ones.

"Your eyes betray you, Guardian. Don't dwell on it too much. Remember that you wanted Krosst, not Probitas. Probitas has a chance to grow and get stronger here. You have a mission to tihnk about now, and Krosst to see after. Probitas is in good hands, it seems. Don't let it distract you. If you do you could get Krosst injured or worst. Do you want that?" Retane was calm as he spoke, handling the situation with care, not giving more information then he had to. He wouldn't tell him that the first hatched was actually born from the memory of their first meeting.

"No I don't. It's just weird to watch. But I understand, I think. At least I am trying to." Jack Frost looked down at Savior.

Retane reached out and placed his hand on the ice weilder's shoulder in a slight attempt of comfort, "You seem to be going through some things. Figure them out. Be the Guardian of The Horsemen, and represent us well. Show them, that you are not a 'sidekick'. Just remember, if you need me, use the communicator and reach out me. I will come. I'm heading back to the base to see what information Sasha and Grix can give me."

Jack Frost looked up with a determined stare and nodded.

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The namekian stood there looking at the Reatus and Dante. Their egg shells were sprawled out along the table and floor, where they had been set before. Both were already taller then Probitas, if only by a little. Dante's wore grey attire, almost mimicing fog or smoke. The other wor a darker version of the same material.Both had the purple bandanna tied around their left arms. The chips were gone and most likely already implanted in their skin. Both siblings looked up at the Emerald Warrior, with eager grins on their faces.

The green warrior looked at the two for a few moments as they both chuckled and snickered under their breath. Retane remained silent for a few moments studying the two adolescents. They had something going on and were cooperating with each other with their muffled laughs. Th Leader of the Horsemen glanced around the room, wondering what was going on, thinking of Arith and Jack Frost and their antics. The Emerald Warrior stood taller after a few moments and finally asked, "What's so funny?"

"You are", Dante stated as he looked at his brother, who nodded in agreement. "You look angry, mad, and sad at the same time. We can't figure out if you are either of them."

The namekian didn't flinch, "Do you know who I am?

Reatus nodded and spoke, "You are our father. There are six of us. We are Nameks. What else do you want to ask father?"

Dante laughed out loud then, but the Namekian realized that it was also in his head. They were intelligent, growing adapting, but were still young. The Emerald Warrior paused for a few moments thinking to test a theory and took a few moments and thought his words, "Boo!"

Boo to you, too! Dante answered in thought as he tried to stiffle his laughing. Reatus, however couldn't help but join in on the snickering. Retane blinked for a moment and offered a gentle smile, realizing that they were eating their inside joke up, and leavining him out of the loop by using telepathy to communicate with each other. They were truly skilled to be adjusting as fast as they were and the Emerald Warrior could help but feel pride swell up inside of himself.

Retane walked passed the two, placing a hand on both their shoulders as he did, letting them continue with their game. He turned his attention to the other objects in the vault. His prized posessions. They were all hung on a wall in some sort of fashion. A small gauntlet with a chamber about the size of a deck of cards, hung near the bottom. It ws his starting weapon from his first Dante's Abyss. The reminded him

Above it was the scythe that Retane had acquired from his next venuture into the Abyss. Next to it, was the glaive. Both wicked weapons with ever sharp blades, curved and defined into their own shape, making each one unique and powerful in their own right. Across from the famed weapons was another section however. They were actualy trophies, and reminders that seemed to call out to the namekian warior. one was a dirty, dingy mask. It was the mask of Jason Vorhees. Across from it, almost as if reaching for the mask was the clawed leather glove. The weapon itself reminded the mercenary of his own feral claws, but their presence seemed to have an ominous feeling about them.

The third item that he had acquired was the three dimensional triangular mask helm that glowed a crimson hue. It was the dark helmet known as Pyramid Head, and turned you into a behemoth creature that only lived for a certain reason. It was the true manifestation of guilt and despair. Retane had felt the helm's darkness and despair when he wore it and was unsure what to think of it. It was a dark matter he would have to explore the subject matter later, he knew, but now wasn't the time.

The gold neckless with the emerald 'S' on it hung around a small modeled neck. It was his reward for finshing seventh in Dante's Abyss, his greatest acheivement thus far. If another Dante's Abyss was held, he would be there as well, aiming for higher. He still hadn't fully conquered the Abyss, but one day he felt he would. Next to the Horcrux, was the orgosynth from project Malefactor. The symbiote was contained in a cubed see through container. It reached out to Retane, as if it recoginized the namekian and wanted to be connected with him once again. Retane thought about it but dissmissed the thought. He had to get sronger on his own, not with the artefact.

Up high, above everthing else, was the designated symbol of the Horsemen. It was Tapion's Brave Sword. It was sheathed in it's red and black scabbard, with the face of the Konat patched on the material, with a wolve running in the background. The two son's had stopped chuckkling and stood at Retane's side, looking up at the collection Retane had acquired so far.

"What are all these, father", Reatus apoke up after a few moments.

Retane glanced down curious, "You don't know?"

Reatus looked up at the Emerald shoulder and shrugged, "Some of it feels familiar, but not really."

"A lot of it feels as if it is calling out to me. Like they want me to hold and use them." Dante murmured."It's kind of weird."

The Leader of the Horsemen knelt down to their level and looked up at his trophies. "Which ones? Tell me." The namekain wanted to see what his son would do.

Dante took a moment and looked at his father and pointed at the Cards of Destiny, the Glaive of Dante, and the Scythe of the Reaper. THe young namekian took a few seconds and then pointed at the Brave Sword.Retane pondered the thoguhts and wondered what it could honestly mean. The other young namek however, helped his thought process as his hanfd touched Retane's knee with a slightly strong grip. Reatus pointed at the pole-ax and then to the Pyramid Helm, before pointing at Brave Sword as well.

"How come Dante is drawn to other's and I'm not, father?" The adolescent namekian asked a difficult question and the mercenary had to look at both of them in the eye's and offere a smile as he thought of how he could explain it.

He took a long deep breath and made an attempt to use his chosen words correctly, "It's because you are both different. You are both unique, yet possibly similiar. However, that does not make you the same nore different. Just because one is drawn to one tihng, and the other isn't, means little. You are both brothers, and I am sure the other four are drawn to different things, as well. You were both born, not together, but seperately. Each one of you is your own individual, and will make your own choices in life. Don't fret, because you feel different. As long as you remember you are family, you will always be fine. Plus, you dont want the green eyed monster ever getting ahold of you."