"The ehhif who runs the garage. He thinks he's mine," he said absently. And while he wasn't as willing to be cuddled by ehhif as Rhiow was, he didn't find it too much of a hardship to stop by every now and then and let the man pet him. "And nah. I spend most of my time in Manhattan, not the Bronx. I'll make sure to check it out, once we get our worlds back." And they would, too. "Or I think there's a place you can go that lets you see things like your there? The Sensoriums." Who knew? Maybe he'd show her Old Downside in turn, and would his body change to match his soul like it did when he actually went there?

Arhu took a moment to groom his shoulder-fur before he addressed the last part, though. "It...depends on what you're fighting for. I fight with violence, too. I kill. I'm a Person, of course I do." He made the tail-gesture that was the feline equivalent of a shrug. "Hunting is a part of me. And I fight for my worlds, and I've killed for them too. It depends on if there's justifiable reason for the pain and suffering - and what that reason is." He met her gaze squarely. "I don't do it just because I can. I do it because it's my charge from Those Who Are."