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That might make sense, he supposed. If aura was the culmination of one's entire self, then having a very different body would probably create a very different aura.

He could imagine that coming in handy against certain psychic or aura-sensitive individuals. Throwing them off their game, perhaps. Hmm.

Moreover, he'd heard that Harper Norez was among the most powerful servants in the Vanguard. Supposedly one of the top thirty-eight strongest. And while he certainly still respected Mr. Norez's abilities--having gotten the chance to see them quite up close and personal--Hector also couldn't help harboring a few doubts about that figure, these days.

The more he'd learned about the Vanguard, especially about Sparrows and psychics, the more likely it seemed to him that there was a very powerful hidden side to the organization. A side that probably wanted certain people to be pushed to the forefront while they worked behind-the-scenes.

Harper was strong, sure, but there was at least one nest of Sparrows working for the Vanguard. And their entire existence was a secret, so they wouldn't be factored into any outward power calculations going on. And Hector had a feeling that there was a lot more at play than just Sparrows, too. There were bound to be human psychics, as well, he figured. Hell, maybe they even had some Hun'Sho working for them.

Not to mention, there were other figures in his memories. The Candle's memories. Figures that he didn't know what to make of.

The intervening silence didn't last that long, even though Hector's racing thoughts made it feel like it did.

"What exactly has brought you here to Andeyal?" said Bartholomew.

"We've come to ensure the safety of our prince," said Hector, feeling like the young captain had probably known the answer to that already and was still just testing the conversational waters.

"You have a funny way of going about that. Unless my eyes deceive me, I see no princes here."

"We're still just trying to get a grasp on the situation," said Hector. "Clearly, something very odd is going on around here, and we'd rather not walk into a trap."

"I see. So you're just wandering innocently around in the middle of a city-wide lockdown, are you?"

Hector folded his armored arms. "I never said we were wandering. But... if we're inadvertently getting in the way of your operation, then I apologize. We just want to get our prince home safe and sound."

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Hmm. Hector allowed a beat to pass before asking his next question. "If you really don't remember Roman, then why is it you, of all people, who is showing up here now?"

The little captain paused. "Okay, I do remember him. I was just curious to see how he'd react."

"I hate this kid," said Roman.

"But also," Erickson went on with a light laugh, "Atreya has been a very quiet little country until recently. We don't have any personnel around here who've had dealings with you folks. Except me, apparently, even though I barely qualify."

Roman gave an audible sniff. "And perhaps you guys are also a bit leery about the fact that you kinda-sorta refused to help us?"

Bartholomew made no response.

Roman kept going. "Sure, Harper came to our aid, being the great guy that he is, but that was only after Kohzek turned us down. If Harper didn't have his own special status within the Vanguard, then I get the feeling that he wouldn't have been allowed to help us, either."

Hector knew a bit about that. Apparently, Harper Norez's rank of lieutenant general was somewhat symbolic in nature. While the man didn't have to take orders from anyone below the rank of general, he also didn't carry any actual authority of his own.

And so Bartholomew's rank of regional captain didn't necessarily mean he was less "powerful" than Harper. In fact, if the kid's influence within the Vanguard was taken into account, he might well be more powerful.

This was certainly no low-ranking officer who'd been sent to talk to them.

With all of that in mind, however, Hector did not want to add to the negative tone that Roman was setting up for them. "Whatever the case may be," he chose to say, "we're still thankful to the Vanguard for Mr. Norez's help. How is he, by the way? Do you know?"

"Making waves in Melmoore, last I heard. But he tends to travel quite a bit. That intel is outdated by now, I'm sure."

"As long as he's safe," said Hector. "The war has had me worried about him."

A brief silence arrived as Bartholmew seemed to be eyeing Hector up.

And Hector used the opportunity to do the same. The kid's aura was something else. Difficult to read. It was frankly unlike anything Hector had encountered before, which made him wonder in a background thought process if the childish body might be playing a role there, too.