WHAT GOES UP MUST COME D[O]WN + ressurection/joining

[number nine.]

Death was something that Number Nine had a decent amount of knowledge about. Not only had he died several times in the past, only return in a new body, or a new time, or a new world, but his husband was an overseer of all things spirit. It would've been impossible for Nine not to know about death and the steps that came beyond it, since he was constantly interacting with it in some way. Of course, his interactions with spirits and ghouls had become much less frequent as of late, mainly because he didn't have the loving and ghostly presence of Lewis at his side. He still had hopes that his husband would eventually arrive to live within Palmclan with him, but for the moment, Number Nine was simply content to wait, and live. He really did enjoy living. He could easily imagine the pain that Kydobi was going through – if he had known about Kydobi's past, that is – since he had lived through it all before. The pain, the death, the return, the disappointment... it was all the same, ultimately. At least now, he wasn't trapped in a body with no true control, like when he had been possessed.

Unfortunately, Nine probably wouldn't be able to help out with any of the pain that Kydobi was feeling. Without the other being forthcoming about his situation, then the jaguar would be entirely unaware of the situation. He didn't have the power to see spirits – he was only able to communicate with some through the help of Lewis – and even if he did, he wouldn't have recognized Kydobi's soul. He had not been around for the former ardent's rise to power, nor had he been present within the groups for the other's grisly end. If Number Nine had truly known the full situation, it was a bit of a toss-up on whether or not he would've really felt any sympathy for Kydobi. The warrior certainly knew what it meant to want to die for your home, and the mercenary certainly couldn't say too much about living somewhere with questionable morals, considering his past birthplace. Still, it would've been obvious that Kydobi had made many mistakes, and there was a large chance that Nine wouldn't have felt sympathy, but rather pity for the former Pittian.

Regardless, none of this would matter, for the moment. As of right now, Nine only saw the child on the border as just that – a defenseless child, in need of a home. Long strides brought the winged jaguar over to his eventual position next to Vaas, a small smile curling on his muzzle. His eyes, although mostly hidden by the flowers that laid over them, were glimmering with care and worry for the little cub. He rumbled from the back of his throat to the little one, adding onto what the tiger beside him had already said, "Hey there... did'ja lose your parents? Palmclan can help you, if that's th'case..." Nine had found out that they already took care of one foreign child while they were lost in the past, so what was another one? Of course, there was always the chance that this particular cub needed a permanent home to stay in. If that was the case, then Numher Nine would be more than happy to offer his help.

HELLBENT ON MAKING YOU LOVE ME TOO