"Sheesh. That's heavy stuff. I never really understood wars. Never thought of myself as above the 'mortals' as so many 'higher' beings put it, but we definitely didn't click on every aspect of culture. I was a lone drifter who caused chaos in random bursts. A bloody war pushing the 'victims' hard enough to ruin their own planet out of spite just seems... almost silly. What was stopping them from leaving the planet if they had the tech to create Destron and stronger weapons?" Refusing to flee didn't absolve the Tuffles of their bloodied hands. Was it unfair? Yes. Still their decision.
Jinx yawned loudly, struggling to clamp down on her mouth to muffle the sound. "Oh geez. And here I go about to dematerialize. Hey, I know you're probably an evil murderer who has no need for companionship, but would it be cool for me to look for you just to talk sometimes? I might even get strong enough to make you break a sweat in Super Saiyan, provided everything goes well for me and my posse." A strange friendship. Well. 'Friendship' as loosely as possible. "Oh! Before I forget-" With a silly little cliche sparkly poof, Jinx vanished, leaving Lottus to himself and the souls yet again.
Lottus had been grinning as Jinx spoke, and he nodded at her request to occasionally visit if she could. She was pleasant enough company, he supposed, and didn't come with the baggage that others tended to.
"Make sure you do, I look forward to the challenge." Lottus replies, smirking. But before more could be said, Jinx suddenly disintegrates! But rather than become a puddle of mintyness as she claimed, she basically poofed like a shower of dusty sparks. Her words stuck, however.
Yet another set of labels. An evil murderer with no need for companionship? Probably. But it wasn't entirely true - he was most assuredly a murderer. And most would indeed label him fairly correctly as evil. That term tended to be tossed around by the weak when they encountered a force they couldn't overcome, or a mind that went against everything they personally stood for.
Evil? Sure. He could go with that. A dog; a traitor; a treacherous monster; a beast; murderer... this list went on. It was likely for the best too - he'd tried to let people reach through. He'd done it recently and was rewarded for his naive need to trust someone with being spit in the face quite literally. Why had Cato turned on him that day? Why really? He wanted to know, wanted to ask her, to know what she had been thinking. Why she had risked an agonizing end as she had.
She had arrived with Vocado, and the girl Jagaimo. Both of them were people Lottus had allowed in, to some extent. All three of them had eaten and sported with him - and all three of them tried to kill him. Perhaps Cato had read the writing on the wall, and decided her relationship to the Kingdom was worth more. Perhaps Jagaimo did too. Vocado simply believed that Lottus had become a monster that needed stamping out.
Well, they got their wish, he supposed. They live, the Tuffle city was saved, and the Kingdom remains strong. The monster was destroyed.