"Well?" Dark Night's impatient voice growling over the beep of medical machines and hum of much steadier station systems. The man's dark gray Kevlar and plate armor suit creaking a bit as he examined the thessian's tense expression watching the various emotions playing out in real time.

Psyis looking down at the same face she'd just seen standing in another reality with the woman he'd obviously loved, a breathing tube down his throat in hers. Her mind trying to comprehend just what all Izime knew, not in a literal sense, she could never absorb so much information from the few memories she'd seen.

A shiver running down the thessian's spine as she considered what all Izime knew that could be considered forbidden.

He knew everything about the League, their past, futures possibly even all the alternate realities in their chain. Just imagining knowing everything about her universe as a book was an unsettling idea, let alone the idea of reading it until the end. Psyis reaching to touch his hand, knowing he couldn't answer any of her questions; Izime wouldn't ever tell but he still knew the answers.

To what happened to her species, to Jame's, what Constantinople had suffered to save them. Izime knew everything they'd ever had or would go through, every suffering and celebration. He'd never needed to answer Constantinople's question in the club because he already knew her life, how her story would end and even who with and it was obviously never supposed to be him anyone in this reality. Izime had never been included, now shoved into a world where he'd even lost his seat as an observer to have no place in life.

Psyis shaking that thought away. There were bigger issues like the dangers of being something as complex as him in a world where such things might be killed or sent elsewhere without question.

A demon belonged in hell, A.I.'s belonged on computers unless they'd gone rouge, and a human belonged on earth. Of course, Izime had refused to answer any questions about damned near anything, how could he ever be honest with any of them really? Dark Night was trying to put him in the abyss on gut feeling alone, and Radiation Man had tried to kill him on sight.

"I... I don't know?" Psyis took a shaky breath, steadying herself after viewing Izime's mind at last. The moment nothing like what she'd ever thought it would be, even after being so curious. He'd told her not to and now here he was helpless under her, the gathered crowd making her feel a bit dirty. Psyis still tried to remain professional for the league all the same, "The body is technically fake but designed to be real, I didn't find a manual to him. They also called him a Lord, and demon called the Basilisk?"

"They, someone sent him then, a demon?" Lady Shields surprised tone came out, a slight rustle of armor and metal as she moved closer to examine Izime. The supposed demon looking a lot like a regular human who had been flicked by Radiation Man. Which was very, very bad; not exactly what she'd seen happen to demons who'd been full on hit by the Zexxian.

"No, it sounded like they were all going to die together. There was a space platform parked almost inside a black hole and outside was..." Psyis shook her head not wanting to recall the feeling that view had given her. Vhainos was terrifying that was, a truly unstoppable force. "I can't even describe it, but it was bad. Just looking at whatever it was they were talking about was about to knock me out of the memory."

The room exploded in opinions and voices, all unsettled aside from one.

"How did it get here then?" ... "Ask Miss Psyis!"

"I don't know" "What about the bird?" ..."Does the Tribunal know?"

"The Voltari Security Council didn't." ... "Kill it."

"Should we move it to an actual cell?" ... "It is a demon and all."

"It's hardly a threat at the moment and it would die."

I think we should call Constantinople.

"I think we should call Constantinople." Psyis spoke over the chatter even going so far as to force her mental voice into everyone's mind as well, "No, I know I'm going to."

I know I'm going to.

Silence spread around the room as everyone turned towards the thessian who'd decided to speak over all of them in a volume they couldn't so simply yell over. Psyis standing beside the bed still unflinchingly as she glanced towards the first person she knew would take issue with her idea. Unafraid this time, already having seen the consequences of letting Dark Night do whatever he pleased and going along with it.

What's more she'd gotten a nod from Radiation Man who'd remained silent during the commotion, that alone had cemented her confidence in taking a stand here and now. Dark Night no longer having the same sway over her position in the League nor the same respect as he'd burned two bridges to put a body in the medical ward.

Psyis stood ready to push back this time, watching as Dark Night came sweeping from the pack in his neo-medieval tech-armor she was decidedly unimpressed.

"The last thing we need is a wildcard that already on his side." Dark Night spoke first actively voicing a no hoping the other would see reason once more, the other League members obviously considering the idea.

"Constantinople might be interested in knowing his friend that sells him sell toxin was addressed as a Lord and may be a Demon." Radiation Man nodded as he spoke up agreeing with Miss Psyis as she'd been the one inside its mind. Giving a few members of the League a stern glance and getting more than a few nods in agreement, even Dark Night seemed to be reconsidering his position.

James knew he wasn't the brightest and that sometimes made it easy to lead him down the wrong path, but his Kansas born father had also raised him to set thing right. As Radiation Man, James had always tried to make a difference not just because he had the ability but because it was the right thing to do.

Now that he'd finally recognized that the choices he'd made the other night were wrong it was time to correct that and do the right thing. Stan, or rather Dark Night might need all the answers, but James was content being that little bit dumber and not having the edge that cost Stan everything else in life.

Radiation Man was fine with letting Miss Psyis decide.

It was obvious that the thessian had already changed her views. From the moment she'd been about to lose Izime she'd even tried to stop James. Not that he had the biggest ego but if James still recognized that she'd been willing to stand against the strongest man on earth once things had gone too far. Even shedding her heroine persona alongside Radiation Man and doubting herself with James that night.

She was capable enough to finally earn his respect, breaking free of Dark Night's unquestioning decisions to stop Radiation Man. Putting herself between maybe not the innocent but a man undeserving of the League's anger at the exact same moment James had finally taken that first step she had.

"Fine. I'll call Constantinople but he's not going to like this." Dark Night sighed knowing that Radiation Man was the first; no, the second to switch sides after this botched take-down. It was obvious that he'd burned the last bit of social credit he had with the aliens. Psyis having never left the bed while Radiation Man was now taking her side. Dark Night already imagining James was likely to have a medical bay installed in Kansas by the end of the week for this newest problem.

"What that his friend is a demon or that we put it on life support" Dark Squire gave a weak chuckle looking around the room, a bit surprised FazzPazz wasn't already cracking jokes amid the awkward atmosphere. Though FazzPazz had seemed a bit more preoccupied by examining their prisoners gear so that might be why.

"Not funny Dark Squire." Radiation Man didn't bother turning to chastise the 'promoted from sidekick' hero that was still a disappointment to him. Only glad the only other person with super hearing in the room was the one who needed to privacy.

The gallows swinging joke not gaining a single laugh but had certainly touched the Thessian.

The Zexxian leading the rest outside so she could have a moment where she didn't need to hide her sorrow.

Dark Night heading off to contact the exorcist who arrived a few hours later. The group reconvening in the same room which the Thessian had never left. The room was actually quiet considering the number of people in it.

Which Constantinople found a bit surprising. Aside from the beeping of monitors and the soft hiss of the oxygen tube that was keeping his friend alive, no one was talking.

Constantinople didn't feel like talking either ironically enough. Seeing as none of the people standing in the room had bothered to open their mouths and ask him a bloody damned thing, why should he. If that was how League Savior acted it sounded reasonable to show them the same respect, especially as he wasn't even a member of League Mystic anymore let alone the Leader.

Constantinople looking up as blue eyes locked on blue, both tensing a bit as the exorcist looked at the current Leader of League Savior. The British exorcist sighing tiredly deciding the Kansas raised Zexxian wasn't worth it. The bloody goody-two-shoes was already beating himself up more than any magically empowered punch could.

The blimey shite wanted to take the hit.

Constantinople cursing inside knowing it'd only make James feel better. Damned american farm-boy that he was had been gifted a proper sense of right and wrong to some degree by his adoptive human parents. Sadly, it just seemed to kick in a bit late more often than not.

Instead, Constantinople turned towards Dark Night, the one who'd obviously led said farm-boy down the path of least resistance. Pointing at the still armored and constantly justice minded man who'd only managed to cause harm with his actions. The exorcist didn't want to talk but someone needed to say something, do something to un-fuck the situation Dark Night had caused.

Stan always so concerned about earth Constantinople now had to worry about the rest of the galaxy, without Izime would there be thirty-three species turning their eyes towards earth blaming them for this lynching? The exorcist recalling the map that Izime had portrayed on his ship and imagining all of those red dots turning a very justified angry eye towards earth.

"You saw a problem and riled up an answer, bloody satisfied that your secrets safe now." Giving the Zexxian another glance, the exorcist decided to make it clear just how harshly he'd taken what Dark Night had done clear to Radiation Man. The con-magician asking openly for something the other 'better' heroes likely considered unspeakable. The exorcist fully confident they'd never fulfill his request. "Make it quick, yea? For his budgie as well, it's the least you can do now."

"I thought he was your friend Constantinople. He's..." Lady Shield stepped forward trying to be the voice of reason. Though it wasn't unheard of in the various cultures she'd seen throughout history to allow for such things this didn't seem like the instance for it. The amazonian warrior trying to convince the exorcist to reign his anger in as his friend was still alive, "We're doing what we can, Izime will recover but it's going to take time."

"He is, and frankly I hope the bloke doesn't. I know he'd rather be dead that locked up in your trench." Constantinople nodded appreciating Lady Shield's view before completely trampling them as it wasn't her choice. It's what Izime would have wanted, the exorcist was certain that Izime would truly rather die than live a life locked away from the stars he'd sailed. The man hardly like earth in the first place let alone most humans, locking him up in the deepest hole they could on the planet he'd always left behind?

Constantinople smiled a bit as he pulled at the sheets a bit higher on Izime uselessly as he considered; yea his mate would rather see something new and be sent to find his next great adventure. Certainly, anything would be better than locking him in that dark abyss if he did manage to recover. If not well, the exorcist hadn't bothered to ask any of connections, but he was damned near certain that Izime would go to someplace pretty bloody mint after all the work he'd done.

"I'm not even leader of Mystic anymore so why ring me over a demon, you could have just as easily called Zantria." The exorcist asked an honest question while he looked around the room. He knew Dark Night would have been against contacting him, having already played Constantinople against his friend. Looking around the room the conman asked for an honest answer, "I mean I bloody appreciate the chance to say good-bye to my mate but why me?"

"Constantinople, we want to fix this. Izime, he-whatever it is, the nanites that permeate his body aren't repairing him; not like I thought they would." Radiation Man stepped forward, James explaining what he could as it was his duty. Stan might have made the actual call but as the Leader of League Savior it was Radiation Man's job to make their mistake and request clear, "Our other lead is that he was called a demon."

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"You nearly killed someone because they had some nanites?" Constantinople raised his brow, running his hand through Izime's hair softly before rubbing that hand across his own chest. Turning the exorcist held out his arms and demanded the same punishment for having a few bots, "A'right then, crack on bruv."

Radiation Man took a step back knowing Constantinople was right, James had already realized that the nanites were no excuse while he'd been planet side in Voltham. The Zexxian feeling a bit ignorant for mentioning the robots to the tech-ignorant exorcist, that being a task more suited to Ret-Borg if anyone. James giving a bit of a glance at Miss Psyis silently asking for help as it'd been her idea in the first place.

"That's what I thought. It wasn't the nanites or demons, it was that shite mouth leading you on, don't blame the some bloody microbots for not fixing a problem he started." Constantinople watched as Radiation Man tried to find some words to explain just why some tiny robots were the reason he'd nearly killed someone. The exorcist pointing out just why the poor Kansas native had no way to justify what he'd done.

"What am I supposed to do anyway?" Constantinople looked at Radiation Man, pointing out the rather useless nature of calling him to fix his friend. Not that they'd needed to call if they'd never broken him in the first place, but there really wasn't a lot Constantinople could do.

The exorcist was powerless until Izime was firmly on one side of that fence, either alive or dead. The magician explaining that he'd never bothered learning how to heal that which he usually cast out, "I banish demons I don't patch them up, kind of wishing I'd looked into that now."

The room growing silent until the one who'd had the idea in the first place finally spoke up again.

"I told them I was going to get a hold of you no matter what they decided Constantinople." Psyis spoke up not wanting Izime to wake up only to find out his friend had been turned into paste for pissing of Radiation Man, not that she thought James would.

It was just that everyone's emotions were running so high and the fact that Constantinople had already considered hitting Radiation Man once already; she just couldn't take that chance. The thessian regretting drawing Constantinoples attention as the exorcist turned his ire on her.

"Where's his bird?" Constantinople turned towards the one who had disappointed him the most, the red eyes never leaving the floor even as she'd drawn his attention. Constantinople looked around the room, there was something mixed in with the guilt on their faces, no answer was forthcoming.

Something the exorcist remembered from when he'd been ousted as Leader of League Mystic, they were cutting him out once again. Fine if they wanted to cut him out with one hand and beg for help with the other Constantinople decided he'd play along with their little games.

He'd give them all the help they could handle and fix them right up; Constantinople took a deep breath deciding to use a bit of force. If he couldn't hit the Zexxian he'd at least slap the Thessian who'd played his mate and get her head on straight. Leaning forward, Constantinople looked up at the celebrated Miss Psyis, the magic sweeping his trench-coat as Constantinople amplified his voice with anger.

"Where's Cradle!" The roar rattling the vials through the medical bay, causing nearly all the screens to flicker and more than a few bulbs to pop; the exorcist sneering as a gauntleted arm swept been himself and the bluing alien. Not surprised in the least to find Lady Shield stepping between ever the mediator between the two very different Leagues that served within the orbital platform.

"It's in stasis and far too hostile towards us to be dealt with now." Lady Shield stepped in front of the younger trembling psychic; Constantinople obviously having just taken an unseen swing at her. Something the more honorable heroine could understand after hearing about what had happened. It was disgusting in a way; war wasn't always honorable something the warrior woman understood. The plot that had been revealed; sending the near godlike Zexxian off in a rage like a wolf after the powerless, was a new low.

"I'm feeling right pissed at the moment so I can bloody well imagine." Constantinople snarked at the warrior woman before speaking to the room, reminding them all exactly why the slaughter chicken was upset. "That bird was his best friend, I just buy the toxin remember. Leave it locked up until Izime can talk it down."

"Something else that's left to us to stop, if Izime had listen to m-" Dark Night spoke up, trying to get his boot into the conversation once more.

Stan thinking that if he could just get the League to listen to his reasoning behind the solutions, he'd purposed that they'd once again fall in line. James might have his intentions for the nonhuman just like he had with the rest of the aliens he'd collected, but if the majority of the room still listened to logic, then Izime had no escape. The driven crusader still determined to see the planet hopping information leak locked in the most secure facility he could manage.

Dark Night stopped talking, instead pulling back and placing a hand behind his back prepping his suit for whatever Constantinople intended to throw at him.

"To you, or any of us?" Constantinople cracked his knuckles hoping Dark Night stepped up to make his arguments, offer any bloody reason at all that would excuse this blatant abuse of power. "Why? No seriously, here's a truly bloody fucking brill idea you shite stain of a genius. Let's say Izime is a demon, one who knew everything like I've explained ten bloody times now."

"Oh, did he skip that part?" Constantinople head more than a few suits stand a bit straighter at that, the con-magician nodding as he connected the dots on just how Dark Night had circled the wagons so quickly.

Constantinople watched as several turned towards the information withholding billionaire, a sinister smile splitting the exorcists face.

Walking around the bed Constantinople tried to judge the reactions around him, it was painfully clear that Dark Night had led more than a few on, that shite. He'd only told the League half, if that, of the truth; James, Steven, Ret, hell probably Miss Psyis had completely ignored that key bit of information. Though it also didn't seem like the entire room was completely comfortable with the concept of creatures that simply knew the unknowable.

The exorcist waited until the billionaire had everyone's attention before explaining further, though he did notice that Psyis seemed oddly uneasy with the topic. Constantinople continuing, letting her entertain herself with the floor, "It's not even the bloke's fault, it's called a curse for a reason, reasons exactly like this."

The exorcist dealing with such things far too often, the more upper-class heroes obviously not used to such low-down tactics. These spotless moralistic buffoons had of course panicked at the idea that someone could cheat at knowing them.

That, or completely forgotten the massive implications it held for anyone outside of themselves and their perfect images. The exorcist long ago having gotten comfortable with the likes of those who knew to much and talked to little. Constantinople not bothering to lose his focus getting upset over how they didn't have to suffer such personal attacks.

"Cursed with Knowledge. My mate knew things maybe not everything, but sure some big secrets about the world and us. He only decided to do a bit of housekeeping with that knowledge; ran some food to the forgotten and kept their lights on, even picked up our trash." Constantinople passed an eye over the group of heroes that had never dealt with the more hopeless battles. Punching Vhainos being far easier than delaying the inevitable for those without.

"You could have at least tried to understand magic for once Dark" Constantinople laid out just how Dark Night had played the heroes standing in the room.

The exorcist knowing it'd likely burn any chance he'd have of ever serving with the League again in any real capacity. It'd also guarantee that no-one here ever took Stan's words at face value again and hopefully convince James to do something about the situation.

"You lied to the lot them, so they'd try to bloody kill'em, all because that curse included a few names, and you didn't like it." The exorcist turning away from Dark Night, looking at the Zexxian to layer on that intent with a bit of guilt as the icing. To finish he directed his ire about the room towards the rest of the group, "The lot of you are absolute gutter shites, bloody calling me about a demon like I hadn't gone to hell with him already. Fine sure, Izzy is a demon, a bloody robot, or some time jumping alien with two-hearts."

"He was still a better person than the lot of you," The exorcist continued as no one was able to refute him, facing the one that had baited the trap in the first place. Constantinople let his ire fall, expressing only the deepest of disappointment as he looked at Miss Psyis once more, "Especially you."

Constantinople looked Miss Psyis over from the white hair down to her silver scaled boots, examining her trying to figure out if she understood what she'd done. Finally making a comment as he found a flaw in her perfect heroine get-up, Constantinople not even smiling as he pointed out the stain on her person.

"You missed a spot, that or you just never take the cape off long enough to care about something besides your precious position in the League." The exorcist shaking his head wondering if the psychic would listen to reason or if the station was really where her heart belonged.

Psyis glanced behind her, face twisting just as tightly as her hand was clutching at the once pristine white cape. She had cleaned the rest of her suit, washed away as much of the regret and sadness as she could, there though the tail end of that white a dark dried red swipe remained.

"Is the seat really that worth it or are you just scared of finding yourself cast out like me?" Constantinople let his words fall as Psyis released her cape.

Wishing the Thessian's eyes were doing more than just looking watery the exorcist spoke over anything she might have intended even as she looked up at him. "Some bloody friend you were, all of one day and you helped put him in at death door."

The exorcist nodded, satisfied in the guilt that was playing out, her mental anguish only highlighted by the colors that were twisting in play across that face. Constantinople turned giving another sorry look towards his friend who had been betrayed by the heroes he'd so often tried to avoid. The exorcist knowing that as much as he blamed them, it was he who had asked time and time again for that night of drinking. Shaking his own head Constantinople left his guilt in the room, taking only the memories of his friend with him as he made for the door.

"Bloody proud to not be a part of the League today." Constantinople turned back one more time, hoping the group of heroes in the room learned from their unmeasured actions. Letting the ward door swing close behind him, the exorcist left the rest in the room to stew.

Hoping that soon there would be someone else in Izime's corner, his talk with the thessian having gone just as well as he'd thought. Constantinople already imagining the woman having been emotionally blackmailed and possibly even literally so, to turn coat so quickly. The exorcist knew he was a terrible cupid, but he wasn't bloody blind at the same time, the lass truly was torn up inside and he intended to use that.

The silence stretched on as the members of League Savior took the ire and words of the previous leader of League Mystic into consideration. There were always some differences between methods, differences in morals, and lines that they might draw in the sand. The steady but weak beep of the medical equipment wasn't usually the background noise for such talks though,

Those usually took place in the Leagues main hall or within the Chamber of Saviors where they could vote privately. The added sterility of this new environment making more than a few of them take uneasy steps, each tone served to mark the new depths of their mistakes. The complaints of armored suits and gear creaking under their thoughts, the eyes in the room mutually leaving the figure on the bed as silver boots stepped across the floor.

Psyis looking at Izime's face which was still slightly tense. His brows more furrowed than relaxed even though he should be at ease asleep in his induced coma. Reaching out Psyis watched as her hand slowly changed patterns as it reflected her considerations, still never touching the mind she had entered earlier. That place, whatever was going on there wasn't for her to invade, Psyis deciding she could at least start with respecting that. From there maybe she could rebuild what she'd destroyed by betraying Izime.

"I..." Psyis wanted to apologize but there was no point, Izime would just lay there helpless and silent. He couldn't hear her and wouldn't be able to refuse it, just like he wasn't able to refuse her when she'd finally violated his mind. That mottled hand pulling back as she turned to announce to the room, "I won't contribute to this."

The heroes watching as Miss Psyis turned taking her white cape and ripped off the blood-stained portion. Psyis looked at it for a moment before balling it in her fist, looking into the eyes of her fellow members Psyis picked a direction for the guilty energies she was feeling. Red eyes locking onto the blue under that dark cowl, heart pounding full of the determination she'd sadly lacked just a day before.

"Respectfully, I won't let this continue." Psyis kept the fist that held the stained portion of her cape raised and clenched it tighter, waiting to hear any voices of disagreement as she glared at Dark Night. "I'm done with this mission."

Radiation Man simply giving her a nod while Lady Shield and Dark Night exchanged unknowing glances. Their motives unsure but Psyis imagined Dark Night wasn't going to let the issue drop so easily. This time though Psyis swore wouldn't allow herself to be shaken from her new friend's side so easily. She wasn't alone in this decision, or at least in believing that things had gotten out of hand with Dark Night calling the shots.

"Miss Psyis we still need you to help us, there are more answers-" Dark Night stepped forward, stopping as the Thessian held her fist up a bit higher.

A wall forming around herself and Izime as Psyis refused to allow Dark Night to approach her. Psyis raised a white brow, and exhaled hoping she didn't need to make her point clearer. She was already angry and didn't need to relive Dark Nights gas-lighting, Psyis still recalled every word.

Instead this time she delivered her own threats.

"You won't either." Instead pointing with her free hand making her position very clear to everyone in the room, there being no arguments to broach her protection of the man in the bed, "Izime told me it was violating to any sentient mind to just kick in the doors, and that's exactly what I'm doing; its exactly what you want to do to him."

"I'm fine with interrogating a prisoner. If he wakes up, I might reconsider my position depending on the cases direction, if we even have one, but this is wrong. Just look at us now circling like monsters over a body." Psyis gestured towards the group of gathered heroes waiting to question a man closer to death than to talking. Now looking for ways to skip the talking part as well, Psyis called them out on their intentions. "Dark Night, what you want to do is wrong and I have a problem with it."

"Those memories could have answer t-" Dark Night tried to growl his way over Miss Psyis moral arguments, only to find her tone clear and cutting as she spoke to the room while addressing him.

"They do Dark Night and after hearing about them, they never were the threat you thought they were. Constantinople's right, it's a curse and now someone's dying over the stupidest thing I never could have imagined." Psyis revealed the little she dared to, hoping that her position and Radiation Man's backing would ensure Izime's safety.

Looking at each person in the room until she was finally facing the person that couldn't hear her; Psyis called Dark Night out openly. "You said you don't operate on probables but this whole thing was risk management based on probability. I betrayed and violated a friend on that probability and even after seeing the answer, I won't blame you but I'm certainly ashamed of myself for listening to you."

"You saw something?" Lady Shield felt her brows raise as Psyis admitted to seeing or at least glimpsing a portion of this things forbidden knowledge. The near immortal amazon warrior having seen more than a few corrupted into shadows of their former selves or driven into power-mad twisted routes that only they could see. The warrior a bit curious as to what the thessian had seen that had only made her sad instead, the answer she received only begetting more curiosity.

"Constantinople was right and that's all we ever needed to know" Psyis smiled at Lady Shields inquiry.

The warrior woman's tone not having the same interrogative nature as Dark Nights, coming across out of concern. The Thessian decided to reassure the amazonian that nothing worse was amiss with either party involved, the league or Izime and that it was simply as the exorcist had described it.

"Thats not for y-" Dark Night growled out wanting to overrule the psychic just by sheer tone of voice, his words halting as a familiar Zexxian hand reigned him in.

Stan still not quite sure he had was over stepping as James talked him down, pulling at the strong grip Radiation Man had on his shoulder. Dark Night struggling for a moment a bit childishly until he turned to look at the Kansas man who was likely going to overrule yet another one of Stans security measures.

The Voltham aristocrat could already hear Karen Wallen complaining about Earth being used as some alien refugee camp as James took control of the situation.

"Dark Night, let it go. Miss Psyis is a League member just as much as you are, we voted to give her this chance, the right to make these decisions. You voted for that and now," Radiation Man talked Stan down, glad when he felt Dark Night at least stop trying to stupidly step forward away from his grasp. Stan was still not willing to admit his wrongs, looking away as James continued, "Even I have to agree. He obviously wasn't a threat; I went down there expecting to encounter a fight. On your word, a well informed and capable enemy; I only recognized it as something else once it was too late."

"No one has proven anything, and I want to see a guilty verdict before I hear of anyone being brought in to violate Izime's mind. I regret the fact I put him here, and I don't want anyone to think they can take advantage of those mistakes." Radiation Man looked around the room at the other heros. Hoping the rest of the League respected the consequences of crossing the line he was drawing alongside the Thessian. "Miss Psyis I'll contact you if there's any change."

Psyis gave Radiation Man a look, hoping he would at least be honest if there were any attempts at breaching Izime's comatose dreams.

Not that she believed any other psychic would succeed.

Getting nod a Psyis walked out of the room, ignoring the tense thoughts and irate imaginings that filled it, turning down the hall from Savior Orbitals med-bay. Psyis quickly walked away from the room where Izime lay, his body being supported by the best technology the orbital platform had available. If the combined threat and her own shield could keep the others at bay, they would never know Izime's mind was empty.

Constantinople having taken his friends soul with him; the body could remain there being supported until they had fixed the damage to his organ and limbs.

There was no longer a void remaining there for a psychic to traverse, just an empty and hopefully recovering body. The Thessian not sure exactly Constantinople had been thinking when he had informed her through his mind about Izime's flawed soul. Taking her lashing as she had deserved, letting him get his shot in, more careful that she wasn't nodding along.

The exorcist silently demanding her help in fixing a problem she'd thankfully not exacerbated; Psyis more than willing to help Izime in any way she could. Apparently the delicately stitched together spirit hadn't reacted terribly to her intrusion but this near death had done a number on it. Constantinople offering her a chance to use that ability to make some form of amends when the time came.

She'd just need to make it Lucky Dogs and figure out how, not wanting to miss the chance to correct the terrible decisions she'd made.