It was as if he had been asleep for months. As Kunzite walked, almost aimlessly, out into the courtyard, the sleep that still clung to him peeled away, and all to miserably he realized that, no, his being brought to this...building was no dream. He saw Mercury, fought briefly alongside a blond female, and found his powers diminished, his weaponry gone, perhaps taken. The usual rage that tended to fill his being was replaced with concern; he needed answers, yet knew not where to find them.

As his mind pondered the next step he needed to take, his feet, clod in worn and no doubt used slippers, dragged him toward one of a number of benches in the courtyard. He took a seat, stretching his arms along the back as he stared up into the sky in deep contemplation, quietly taking notice of the somber youth seated behind him.