Chaos-Two was so so happy to have gotten not one, but two gardeners to follow him, not to mention both would be willing to mentor him in healing! He took up Oliver on the offer so that Diot could focus on the garden more, but it was still amazing!

Master Vargas was going to be so proud of him... Hopefully Master Vargas thought it adequate. Maybe their eagerness to complete this task and do it rather early by the standards the Leviathan had given them would add to Vargas' pleasure.

"Alright, I'm going to call the Sentinel now," Chaos-Two said, making sure Diot was still hanging on before he turned back to Oliver, brows furrowed, "... I don't know if the Sentinel will react the way you're hoping. Maybe, but I doubt it."

They'd raised the Sentinel, they knew how the Sentinel generally was, and they doubted he'd changed that much. Stoic, monotone, practically emotionless. There was no caring in him, as far as Chaos-Two could tell, and it broke their heart a little. Chaos... it ruined people. Turned what could have been flourishing personalities into monsters hellbent on destruction. Or in the Sentinel's case, taking every scrap of emotion away.

Chaos-Two didn't like corruption.

"Sentinel!", they called out, "I've returned! Oliver is here."

Chaos-Two clenched their jaw as the Sentinel spoke. Disappointment welled up within them, as well as guilt. They'd hoped so badly that maybe the Sentinel wanted to see someone, wanted to connect, but there was nothing there.

"... I thought he'd changed," he said to Oliver softly, ears pinning as he brushed past the Sentinel.

"We will not build the garden here," Chaos-Two said, "It will be outside in Pegasus. I fear the plants will only suffer if they are grown here, even if they are far away from the Black Spire. And eating contaminated plants won't bode well for anyone. It would be easier, too, to grow them outside. In the sun and in fertile soil with a water source nearby."

They stopped for a moment to smooth down their quills once they were far enough away from the Sentinel, eyes focused on the ground.

"My apologies," they said softly, "I had hoped for a reunion or something of the like. I am so sorry that I misunderstood."

Chaos-Two looked to Oliver briefly, mouth down-turned before they continued onward, ears down. But their dull demeanor didn't stay, and they forced themselves to look lively. Now they would meet the Leviathan.

"Master Vargas!", they called out, "May I speak with you?"

Chaos-Two swallowed, "No. But it would be more difficult and Master Vargas already thinks that's where we are putting it, I think. Besides..."

They lowered their voice to a whisper, a smirk drawing over their face, "It gives me an excuse to get out of here sometimes."

They smoothed down their quills as they approached the Master and stood partially in front of Oliver. Protectively, perhaps? They were grateful for Diot's support, and Oliver's.

"I've returned with gardeners," they said, shoving down the urge to puff out their chest, "Two of them. This is Diot and Oliver, and both have actually offered to mentor me in healing. I've talked to them both separately but I wanted to talk to everyone about tending the garden. Like building a house or shelter to stay in while they are here, for Oliver has his garden to tend to and so does Diot. I brought up the idea of a schedule to Diot, too."

They didn't say where these gardens were, to keep them private to the two.

"And I also brought up possible... payment? Payment for assisting the Forge with the garden," they said, "Though I was at a loss for what."

Chaos-Two was nervous, as they usually were around Vargas, but with two innocent people next to them, so horribly exposed? They were more than nervous.