Much of what Dragon said left Eurydome with more questions than answers; that Dragon was apparently voluntarily staying out of Hydra, that he had children, that there was an era after her own-- whatever that meant. Her assumption was that Dragon must have been an Overseer or something akin, but he didn't specify himself as such. Purposefully? Overseers didn't tend to just forget about their title.

"They, uhh, let you reproduce?" She asked instead-- which seemed like a better leeway into Dragon explaining his rights and rewards than asking straight up if he's some kind of Master's pet.

The gladiator had to think about this question regardless-- Orion had been quiet, empty, partially destroyed in some areas, but she was hesitant to call it... ruins. It wasn't ruined, it was just in a sad phase of its existence.

Something about the conversation had suddenly made her uncomfortable. "I suppose," she murmured, "it was very different the last time I was awake. Are you-- younger, then?"

That possibility didn't sound right-- Dragon said he'd been around for a long time. He couldn't exactly be new, unless his sense of time was skewed. Eurydome shuffled on the spot with thought, scarred face drawing back into a slight frown.

Maybe, after she fell asleep, everything had gone back to normal? The lights came on, people stopped rebelling and dying, and everyone went back to work? ... just how many people had died, that the caves were so empty now?

She scritched at her mane. "Is there still a rebellion?"

No they? Gembound were alone? If there were no masters then how were they created-- for what reason were they created? Maybe it was the Creator himself, but-- why?

"It sounds fun," she offered absent-mindedly at the mention of adventure and danger, but her mind was quickly wandering away.

A side was complicated. Eurydome had met with many rebels; she'd fought many Valkhounds that were hunting the gembound that were hiding-- but she never saw herself as having a side. When Eurydome burst out of chrysalis and saw the face of Jupiter before her, she knew to be loyal. It was reinforced in her time and time again: if you disobey your Master, your creator, you are a useless creation and you will be culled.

Her shuffling, again, was an uncomfortable gesture. "I don't know," she said-- and it was an unfortunately honest admission. A gilded arm lifted, forearm sweeping up her face and through her hair. "There was never really a point where someone told me which side I was supposed to be on. I just did what my Master told me to. Sometimes I hid, sometimes I fought. Sometimes I'd steal, or ransack homes and dens and kill whoever was hiding in there."

The gladiator's face scrunched briefly. "I mean-- it's what we all did." A pause. "Except for the ones that didn't, but-- I know a lot better than to question orders."

Eurydome was quiet for a few beats, watching Dragon. The wrinkes in her face began to smooth out again, arm dropping to slouch over on her forelimbs. "It's not rude but it's-- confusing, I guess. I just want to get back to doing whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing right now."

And on that note-- Order was sure as hell something she'd never heard of before. If another Master wanted rid of it, then perhaps Jupiter wanted the same-- but what if not? Eurydome found herself quickly missing the times where her job was simple: get bloody, entertain the visiting Hands, maybe scream a little.

"Its nest?" She eventually asked. "What's the Order?"

"Jupiter," said Eurydome, amaranth fur bristling with pride.

Dragon began explaining what the Order was-- no, just Order --and it was clear that the light was beginning to glint out of the gladiator's eyes. Chaos-- Chaos was familiar. Where had she heard of Chaos? Maybe someone had tried to explain the concepts to her already, long ago, and she had forgotten.

She couldn't help but find herself, again, missing when things were simple. She missed being loosened onto whatever came in her way and stomping it down until it wasn't A Thing anymore-- she missed knowing what she was supposed to do in general. She missed when things made sense-- no fighting and no long explanations and battle plans and hey what the fuck was the name of that one guy in Canis?

When Eurydome phased back in, Dragon seemed to be talking about snow.

The gladiator blinked once, and where some people might ask 'could you repeat that?' Eurydome made the brave decision not to. "Do they need help getting rid of it?" She asked-- Chaos, Order, whatever the fuck, did not matter. "I feel a little, uh. Hollow, without any explicit orders. It's scary."

'Scary' in the loosest sense of the word; a phrase she was parroting without entirely knowing the meaning. Had Eurydome even been created with a sense of fear in the first place? She sure as hell wouldn't know it.

The news that Dragon didn't recognize Jupiter by name was troubling-- if she hadn't been around, then where was she? Had she just managed to avoid him by total accident? "I know," she was answering in the meantime, scritch-scritch-scritching at the stripes of her jawline. She didn't want to appear as the enemy to anyone, though-- she just wanted to do her job.

At Dragon's offer, she stopped mid-scritch-movement, glancing blankly down at him. His following deal revealed the intentions of his kindness-- but it was... fair. Whatever Dragon had going on here (Eurydome was still unclear what exactly it was) was important and he wanted to keep it safe. Sure. But--

"What if I don't?" She asked. "What if she's gone forever and I can't do anything? I don't want to leave my end of the deal unpaid." It was clear in her tone that she wasn't entirely afraid that Jupiter was actually gone (again, unclear if she had ever experienced actual fear in her life) but was instead concerned about her debts.

Eurydome did not like being in debt. It was messy.

She shuffled. "I can still do whatever I can-- but I don't know if I can guarentee the exact kind of safety you'd be looking for in that situation."

The gladiator took a long moment to think, after posing this possibility-- most of the names she recognized. The elf, the phoenix, the sprite and her antics --but the others, not so much. She instead went on her general knowledge; on what little fragments of memories she had retained over her long slumber.

"We attacked Draco a lot," she said, and it wasn't important (to her) why. "The Master there might know about her."

Dragon's kindness was clear, but it was kindness that Eurydome was beginning to question. Why was he being nice? Beyond the safety of his family, what did he want? Just survival?

She didn't have much time to consider this further before the next question was posed to her. What would she do if Jupiter was gone? Her instinctual answer was to just go back to the arena, but all the challengers were in their chrysalises and there was no audience to watch. As had been established earlier: Orion was in ruins.

If Jupiter was gone, Eurydome had nothing left.

That scared her.

"I don't want to be alone," she said, forelimb lowering and crossing the other, not quite realising how much a vulnerable admission this might be-- to her, it was just another piece of casual conversation. She didn't really want to go back to rebelling, either-- not if no one else was doing it, not unless she was told to continue it.

A hazy memory told her that Jupiter believed in freedom-- an irony that had flown right over Eurydome's head. Maybe a part of freedom was the ability to choose to go under the command of another Master, despite it all, despite what Jupiter was rebelling for.

Eurydome contemplated this specifically for a moment, and something twisted over in her gut. "I don't know," she went on after a few beats. "I don't want conflict outside of the arena. I'd like to talk to one of the other Masters if it's possible, but I don't want you to risk your neck if they would attack you for trying to look out for me in that way."

Her head was starting to hurt, thinking so much. "Are you hungry?" She asked, a little out of the blue.