"Am I speaking to Sarada? She already knows."
The apathetic shroud of Parsley's guarded words did not escape Ochazuke's notice, the sting of something unspoken stirring below her collected surface.
"If you think you could build a monument for yourself on the backs of the fallen and dismiss those watching you raise it as inconsequential-"
Before he could completely voice that thought, another party joined them there on the edge of the Lookout.
How typical, Pantaloon. So stated with no more than precise fact, building upon that leverage he converted conjecture to hypothesis. For the man of insatiable curiosity, a passing word suggested he might know everything.
"Know that it is by the blood of our world that yours will be suffered to endure a moment longer," Ochazuke said. "By the beggar's asylum given to your moments of weakness that the Earth has lifted your kind, among others, from their self-imposed stagnation."
Whatever unspoken feelings of the situation Parsley had concealed, the darkness held in Ochazuke's eyes perhaps reflected a figment of them for a moment in an awful, piercing glare.
"For all that, our world will shoulder the consequences of offworld designs, and yet this means no more to you than it does to the other Princess." Standing between the Saiyan and the office of the planet's Guardian, briefly smoldering blame flashed across his face, matched only by a certain unyielding quality in his tone. "What an fortunate fate for such superior people, their predator stalks this isolated world on the fringe."
"But you know well the voracity of the Enemy, those particular Saiyan appetites, and the trepidation that results when they fall upon another, otherwise you would have not returned."
"So with whom will the Prodigy share her ponderous thoughts with first? The winds? The sky? Or perhaps the clouds?"
Despite his words, Ochazuke's frame - brimming with loathing - juxtaposed sharply against any notion of the compassionate blue planet below their feet, and rendered uneasily the shape of their temporary alliance.
"The others have gathered near the main palace. If you have anything to offer, then speak to it. The sooner we settle this plot, the sooner we shall part company."
By contrast, Jinzi's words were spoken as ever with utter confidence. Ochazuke ventured a short glimpse at the man's craft as it disappeared into the sea of clouds below. Breathing out slowly, he tethered his frustration for the moment, swallowing bitterly as he remembered himself.
On the surface below, the scars of a hidden history had yet to be revealed, and there hid in the back of these revelations the duty he had yet to realize; Promises he had sworn to uphold. By his fist or his life, he would see them done.
For a long moment he had appeared to ignore the hail of that familiar voice. It was Etrina, that much was unmistakable, and tet the familiar presence he'd felt within the Room of Spirit and Time still lingered elsewhere on the Lookout.
So for a long span, even as he had words with Parsley, Ochazuke had been pouring the font of his sense-awareness into the little blue globe, through the energy interactions attempting to unravel this mystery as he examined its energy - the difficulty as such no doubt contributing in some small part to the rise of his current choleric disposition.
On his way back across the observation deck to join the assembly of warriors, when he was alone, produced it from his pocket and spoke to it directly.
"...and what small marvel of sorcery are you?"