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Saint Walker	The journey to Odym was quick and uneventful, one moment they had been above Kyzil the next they were decending down through the atmospher to Odym proper and setting down outside the makeshift settlement there by the power battery. Once they'd landed, Walker left Yod in Kinsey's care and walked to the battery to recharge and meditate. It had been a taxing fight. Though, before wandering off through the lush foliage at the edge of the settlement, he offers to Kinsey, "If you need to find me, please don't hesitate to interupt." Then invitation given he tends to his own needs while he waits to see if the offer is taken.
Kinsey MacKenna	It takes the new Blue some time before she seeks out her mentor. First there was Yod to be seen to, and reassured. He'd been looked over and found to have been dealt with more than adequately, her skills given nodding approval, and then taken for further care. He'd be right as new soon enough she'd been told, and then left to her own devices. Which is really where the stalling began. Left with her own thoughts, Kinsey finds herself dwelling on helpless feelings of guilt. "It is not your fault, Kinsey," Kibou asserts. "You did not harm him yourself." Which was nothing more than the truth, but her brain stubbornly latched onto the fact that if she'd not enclosed him thus - or reacted more quickly in dropping the bubble around him... KIbou wisely does not point out that if she had, others would have been hurt, perhaps killed. This one, his mistress must work out on her own. She finds Brother Walker, eventually, not out of any real prepartion to discuss this matter, but because he's the only person she knows here, and she needs comfort. A job that had once been her mother's, to comfort the daughter when skies cloudied and greyed. It had always been she who had allowed her daughter the safe space to find herself again. "If I am not interrupting, Brother Walker? I wish to speak about what happened on my mission. I think I overstepped my boundaries there?" It's not likely what he meant with his offer, but it's the opening she allows herself.
Saint Walker	When Kinsey finds walker the first blue lantern is plucking at a construct of some stringed instrument that is seated in his lap looking out over the lagoon that housed the Central Power Battery. "Of course not," Walker says looking up from his playing to smile. "You are always welcome, come, sit, we shall talk." He continues to strum absently as he considers her statement about overstepping. "And how do you feel you overstepped?" he asks her gently, dark eyes turned in her direction.
Kinsey MacKenna	Kinsey takes up a seat nearby and opposite from Walker that she might both converse and watch him play. "I'm not certain," Kinsey begins. "I would do it again, but I wasn't sure if I had the authority to do what I did there. To make those claims. But I needed them to stop, and to allow me to free Blurr." His name feels weird upon her lips. "I wasn't even sure if he was an innocent. I really only had instinct to go on." She gives Saint Walker a wry look. "I'm a scientist. It feels wrong to go on instinct." She sighs. "It happens more than I'm comfortable with. Colonel Danvers was asking me about that. Ever since then I can't shake it from my mind." She doesn't yet mention the oddity of so many encounters having people question her race. It wouldn't be quite such a niggling concern if Carol Danvers hadn't been the first to ask that, too. Carol, at least, should know she was human.
Saint Walker	Walker strums the instrument sending sweet and soothing notes into the air to echo around the lagoon. "Ah, you wonder if you had the authority to take Blurr into custody? And remove him from his captors?" He considers a moment before carrying on. "The jurisdiction of the Lanterns is... tricky, we are not backed by any particular government, we simply are. That said, from what you've told me so far, I would have done the same to free an sentient in captivity." There's a smile from Walker about the remarks about instinct. "It seems as though instinct served you well today, Sister Kinsey, but tell me, how would the scientist in you would have acted? What would you have done differently?" He noted the mention of a greater reliance on instinct but holds his comments for now, content to strum and listen.
Kinsey MacKenna	A small smile flits over Kinsey's lips. Yes, well. But I haven't a sector or a jurisdiction to care for. I've barely begun to master any of the skills at my fingertips. I was afraid I might be starting an interstellar incident." She shakes her head and sighs. "But there was the distress call, and if I'd walked away.." A helpless shrug is given to Saint Walker. "I'd hoped that saying we'd see to it that he were given the appropriate judicial measures was enough, but I was bluffing mostly. I had no clue if it would work." Much of it hadn't. She peers at him, then, "You let me just let him go. Why?" As for instinct, or how else she might have done it if she'd been merely the scientist there, she hasn't an answer yet, silently mulling that one over.
Saint Walker	Walker continues to strum. "Our sectors, are merely suggestions, I am for example the Blue Lantern for Sector1, but when need or my duties take me elsewhere I do not hesitate to act though I do like to check with the assigned lanterns in serious cases so as not to leave them any unpleasant surprises." He nods with sympathy about being unable to walk away. "I understand, I would have found it impossible as well, so, I see no harm in what was done. I am certain you will find as I have, that your conscience is your best guide in being a member of our Corps, and it seems you heard it clearly today." "I allowed you to let him go because he was your prisoner, and you are a Sister Blue Lantern, I trusted your judgement," he says matter-of-factly. "If your judgment was not to be trusted you would not have a ring."
Kinsey MacKenna	His answers are just the reassurances to soothe some of the rough edges of her soul, leaving behind the rather more glaring injury of what had happened to the security guard. For the moment, though, "I'd hoped that might be it. It felt right." Telling him, "I can't be other than I am, Brother Walker. All of this is so very new still, that I find myself looking at myself in so many different ways that are unexpected. I always imagined I was just this woman who didn't take no for an answer. Who believed that if she acted like it would come to her, it would. I never really saw it as such a large component of who I am, and now I see that it might be all I am." In a manner of speaking. She is, as it happens, many other things, but at the core, this defines her. "I could not, in truth, keep him. Not only did he save us, but my gut tells me that if he were nothing more than a criminal that those measures would not have been what was taken. I can't explain it, or shake the feeling off, but when I try to picture it otherwise, I keep seeing that box around him and knowing it was wrong. That he didn't belong there." She says it not only as such imprisonment is wrong, but that *he* didn't belong there. That he'd done nothing to deserve that. "So much for being a scientist."
Saint Walker	Walker continues to strum idly, sending the odd notes into the darkening air. "Are you bothered by that thought? That being that woman may be all of who you are?" he asks with an air of honest curiosity. "Or at least that it seems that way." "I quite agree, Blurr did not act like a criminal, and he did help us in a critical moment," he says. Then listening to the rest of her evidence. "Hmm, I would not dismiss your scientific side entirely, it seems it was more than just a feelings that guided your actions, but facts, the facts of his containment and how his jailers were treating him. Perhaps there is yet room for both feeling and logic."
Kinsey MacKenna	"A little?" Kinsey says with a soft laugh. "Maybe not. It's just surprising to get to be my age and discover that about yourself. All this time I thought I was just faking it, when it's really who I am. I feel sometimes like Kibou makes it all so much stronger. Like it might explode out of me." That Saint Walker points out the scientific elements of her decision draws her up into a slight startle. She'd been so busy dwelling on the fact of her instinct she'd missed that. "I suppose that's true as well. I confess, I'd dismissed those things as such truths.." Another of those soft laughs escapes her. "I suppose that's telling too. That those things are also so much me that I brushed them aside as so evident as to not be considered as a counter to the other. I think if I hadn't had that odd discussion with Colonel Danvers that I might not be so distracted by these thoughts."
Saint Walker	"Well, it has been my experience that life is full of surprises no matter your age," Walker says. "I was certain I knew my path before my ring came to me only to discover there was much more waiting for me than I had ever imagined. From what my brothers and sisters tell me, it is the same for all who get their rings, the experience not only opens the doors to the vastness of the cosmos, but also doors within ourselves we did not know were there." All of this is delivered with a smile. "It is a blessing to be worthy of a ring." He chuckles at her startlement about the scienfic approach to the situation on Kyzil. "See, it is not so far divorced from your previous path." The mention of Colonel Danvers, earns a raise of an eye ridge. Even in Sector 1, Walker had heard of Captain Marvel. "And what did Colonel Danvers have to say?"
Kinsey MacKenna	"Cololen Danvers?" Kinsey allows her thoughts to come back from considering what he's said, and finding his words to fit right within her. "She asked me where I was from, and oddly, if I was sure. It was one of those odd conversations. Do any of us know anything beyond what we're told, or our own thoughts on them, whether we've experienced them or not? And then this is where it continued to be strange. She said to look within, asking if hadn't I felt things on an instinctual level and just known." Kinsey makes a soft, wry noise, "I told her I was a scientist, that I'd made it my profession not to listen to those voices. But the truth is, Brother Walker, much of science is acting on those feelings. Or can be. Breakthroughs never come at the expense of the rote - that's how we confirm them, but the come with outside the box thinking. Flashes of insight that come to us out of nowhere. Connections that light up in our minds and make our hearts beat faster." What Kinsey didn't want to admit was she had those flashes often, and not only related to scientific breakthroughs. In fact, in that regard, she had very few. But in other areas of her life? Oh so very many small moments of them, and the instances seemed only to be growing in number and in depth.
Saint Walker	"Hmm," Walker asks peering at Kinsey from over his instrument. "What made her question where you came from? You appear human to me," he says. But then Yod appeared to be human as well as did the Raanians and the Xandarians to name a few. "And have you been feeling things on an instinctual level?" he asks before clarifying. "Beyond what was needed for your new duties." After all with very little knowledge, what else did she have to draw on but instinct? "Yes, you said, creativity was an integral part of science, and the is the source of innovation and discovery," Walker agrees nodding. No scientist himself, he understood the thinking there. "So then, have you looked within yourself as the Colonel asked?"
Kinsey MacKenna	"I don't know," Kinsey says, brow worried up together in thought. "She's not the only one, though. It's happened several times now. At various places. I'd chalk it up to a couple of the sources merely being unfamiliar with humans, but she's who read my resume. She has no reason that I know of to have questioned it." That, and the talk of intuition had truly made the conversation odd. "She does wish to speak to you, though. Both about the prisoner, and about my future posting." Kinsey chuckles. "You know, I just thought of a thing. I had been worried about my testimony being needed - mostly because of my ring. But I'm wondering now, if in the strictest of senses if he's my prisoner?" She shakes her head. "Unlikely. I wasn't one of us then. But it is amusing." She has to admit, though, "No. I haven't. At least not as she'd suggested. I think I'm afraid of what I might find." Telling him, "Before my mother died, she handed me a box saying it would explain things. I didn't really know what she meant, other than perhaps it was about my father. And then she said I'd know when to open it. I'm still waiting to know when." Her gaze finds his. "Is it odd that I feel the time may be coming, and it frightens me?"
Saint Walker	"Who else has asked?" Walker asks her, curious, the instrument construct vanishing with a thought as he crosses his hands in his lap. "And hmm, yes, Captain Marvel would have no reason to question that, if she had full access to your file." His lips quirk into a thoughtful expression as he considers that. "And I suspected she might, I will send a comm to her and make myself available to her questioning," he states easily before he ponders that point of interstellar law..."Perhaps..." he says. "Though I think Razer and Earth would both dispute that, you may need to testify to what you witnessed, though I am not sure what effect your new status would have on any testimony you give. On worlds familiar with the Lanterns it should help, but Earth is not one of those, not really." They still saw the Lanterns as heroes, people with magical rings who chose to fight crime, rather than representatives of a universe spanning force. "It is quite understandable to be afraid of course, Sister Kinsey, few things are as frightening as the unknown, and this is a major unknown. Let the time come when it comes, worrying about it before hand will not make it less frightnening, or change what you might discover."
Kinsey MacKenna	"I was concerned that my ring might have political implications if I testify. I expressed those concerns to her." Which was true. "I will bow to the opinions of others in this one as I am in over my head." "And I was asked at that party, by both our host, and the Queen of Muspelheim. Then again, on Kyzil. They seemed ratehr perplexed I didn't understand everything they were talking about."
Saint Walker	Walker nods, "Ah, yes, I understand, you did not want to seem like a member of some outside force in testifying, is that correct? If so, hmm, that is a question best answered by someone more familiar with Earth. Did Captain Marvel provide any guidance?" As to the people who asked her that question, he can't help but frown thoughtfully. "That is a curious selection of people. Did any of them give any reason for their questions? Beyond Captain Marvel's intuition?"
Kinsey MacKenna	"She said she wished to speak to you, and Brother Razer, and the prisoner. I felt it best if I didn't insert myself too strongly into the matter at that point." Other than her initial insistence that she wasn't just letting Razer walk off with the man. Kinsey thinks, and shakes her head. "No. There was no mention. Just questions and those looks that tell you think think your answer is curious. Nothing more."
Saint Walker	"Well, I am promise her the chance to talk to me and the prisoner... Brother Razer may be more difficult to speak with," Walker says with a thoughtful expression. "However, I can explain that to the Captain myself when we meet." "Hmm," Walker says. "That is most curious. I wonder to what they owe their curisoity, I do not see anything to indicate you are not what you say you are," he says sounding truly puzzled. "And you are from Earth, so, perhaps it is just coincidence."
Kinsey MacKenna	"Well, other than the Colonel, I'd say it's just unfamiliarity with humans. Odd, but explainable." Other than Carol. Kinsey shrugs it off. "That's not really what we were meant to talk about, though, is it?" Because she knows she's put the other off long enough, and he's been rather patient with her.
Saint Walker	Walker acquiesses with a nod. "Yes, that could be it. And well, the Captain deals with aliens and what is the word... super-humans, perhaps she is only seeing what she's used to, though as a member of the Corps you do qualify as the latter now." There is a small and encouraging smile offered with those words Then it's on to the true topic at hand. "No. I am afraid not. We should discuss the accident, if you are ready to do so."
Kinsey MacKenna	A thoughtful nod from Kinsey. "Perhaps that is it. I don't think either of us considered the ring." But that ugly niggle in the back of her head that made small hairs rise and that feeling curl in the pit of her stomach said that wasn't it at all. Kinsey just wasn't sure if she was ready to ask the other woman outright. On to other things, though, Kinsey smiles a small, self-deprecating smile. "I didn't think so. I'm so sorry I froze up back there. He was right, you know, Blurr. I.. I couldn't. I can't even say I wanted to, because I - I can't make myself hurt people, Brother Walker. That's why when.." She finds herself stopping mid-sentence and in need of several deep breaths. "It's my fault he died." Kibou, normally very enthusiastically helpful and quick to direct his mistress's thought into other insights, is uncharacteristically silent.
Saint Walker	Speaking of rings, it had crossed Walkers mind to simply offer to scan Kinsey and put an end to any doubts, but his own instincts said this was not the time. If she wasn't human it made no matter, the rings did not choose based on DNA but on the contents of their bearers hearts and the ring. Kibou, had chosen Kinsey. The rest was simply academic to Walker, but he knew it held a much greater significance to Kinsey and now was not the time to push such things. When Kinsey's words stop, Walker rises and crosses the distance to embrace her in a hug. "You did not mean to harm him, only stop his attack, what happened, while sad was an accident Sister Kinsey, but I know that does not stop the pain that comes with such things."
Kinsey MacKenna	That smile of hers remains sad, and whether he knows it or not, the pangs of guilt still ring within her. "I know it's not my fault in that I didn't do it, but he's right. If I'd acted differently? If I'd been faster to drop the shield. Or hadn't found myself so.. I put him in that field, Brother Walker. Whatever he did, it doesn't mean that I didn't have some small part in it." Her gaze drops to Kibou, Kinsey imagining, rather accurately as it happens, what his protests would be about the matter. "I know he'd have harmed someone else. That perhaps others, innocents, would have died in his stead, but how can I not mourn him as well? I don't know what to do with these feelings." Looking back to him, and admitting, with perhaps the most guilt, "I took my confusion out upon Blurr. It was easy with Yod. He was hurt and needed my comfort. I could find it within to be for him, but Blurr? I wanted him to understand my hurt. And instead, I was harsh and very much not.. I think I failed us."
Saint Walker	"Yes, he and his companions were very bad people who did very bad things, but they were still beings, still lives, and it is right to mourn their loss, I know I do," Walker says still holding Kinsey in his embrace. He gives her a final tight squeeze then lets her go moving back enough he can look her in the eye. "As for what you feel? Let it out, feel it, grieve for the man, for the life lost, do what you can to release those feelings without ignoring them, learn from them, and honour that life lost by not making the same mistakes again." As for Blurr. "Well, something tells me your path will cross with Blurr again and you will have your chance to make whatever apologies you feel are needed." As for failing? He glances down at her ring that still glows blue upon her finger. "You still keep hope, Sister Kinsey, had you truly failed your ring would have returned there," he nods to the Central Power Battery. "But Kibou remains with you still, so, however dark this moment is, you still have hope Sister Kinsey, let it guide you out of the darkness."
Kinsey MacKenna	"Oh, there is always Hope, Brother Walker. We would never understand the light if there wasn't darkness, but I still mourn. And I can not say I would raise my hands against another in the future. I don't know what I am to do in it's stead?" The thought of meeting Blurr again makes her laugh, "So certain are you ? I can't say you're wrong, though. My gut says the same thing. And it also tells me he is going to irritate me just as deeply when we do. But I shall endeavour to make my peace with him then." "I would like to plant a tree? For the loss, I mean. There should always be life come from death. I'll always have it then, to remember these moments. To help me understand them better."
Saint Walker	There is a genuine chuckle at Kinsey's reply. A warm thing, full of the wonder of life. "Your ring chose well," he remarks sounding pleased. "Just remember what happened and do all you can to make sure things like this do not happen again. It is all any of us can do." He nods, "Well, I do not think anyone can fault you on further friction with Blurr if it is mutual, which it most likely will be," Walker remarks still smiling. "And yes, it is almost certain we'll cross paths with him again, I can feel it." Though he had been smiling before, Walker grins broadly at Kinsey's suggestion, "Of course!" he exclaims. "I would be glad to assist you with that."
Kinsey MacKenna	Kinsey's lips purse in amusement and she loays her head against his shoulder a moment, by way of returning his previous embrace. "We are rather annoying, Brother Walker. Have you listened to us? It's horrible." The amusemetn grows. "But I kind of like it." Nodding at the thought of meeting Blurr again, and that the feeling would be mutual - but that would also be okay, too. She suspected Blurr liked that and would prefer it over simpering platitudes and false politeness. "On earth, we have a species of tree - several actually - that are the first to grow after a fire. Their seeds only released after the heat of that burns away the rest. I was wondering if there might be something similar here?" The symobolism pleasing her - that the man's untoward life, and untimely death, will go on in the future to serve others.
Saint Walker	Walker takes the gesture with a smile as he remarks, "I have heard that said of us, yes," he says before his face wrinkles where his nose should be. "Personally I don't see it," there is that sarcasm he has yet to master. His smile becomes slightly more mischivious for a moment before he ponders the tree question, and turns it over to his ring: "Trees native to Odym which release seeds when burnt." "There are five varieties of tree that match that description," answers his ring. "Beam to Sister Kinsey's ring," he instructs and transfers the data to Kibou. "That is a lovely metaphor, and it seems we have several trees to choose from. Or rather you do," he says.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Not that I want to have this excuse for my grove, but maybe there's an idea. A place to rep - you know, you probably don't want or need to hear." The information is taken from Kibou, and she decides upon a tall, slender tree, that will it will not cast much shade, reminds her of the pines back home, the Lodgepole pine which would burst forth after a fire. "This one, I think. I prefer trees to flowers. Flowers are so young. They live and die almost in the same breath. Trees make you think about permanence, and actions. How they linger past yourself. They remind us that everything leads to something else. You may not see it, but it will come." She turns gentle golden brown eyes upon Saint Walker, "We are annoying. And thank-you for this."
Saint Walker	"Not at all, I would very much like to hear your idea," Walker insists with a little bob of his head. As for the selection of the tree, Walker nods. "I enjoy both, flowers and trees as both remind us of the natue of life, and," he pauses a half-beat, "Are very petty. But your tree is a fine choice," he checkes with his ring. "They are native to our surrounding region as well." "I suppose we are, and you are most welcome," he says meeting those eyes with his own and a smile. "Shall we find your tree?"