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"Yangcong!" Rhapsody would call out as she descended from the sky, "So you were here after all, Yangcong." She'd say in a somewhat worried tone as her feet touched the ground, stepping towards the edge of the river Yangcong was wading through.

The tree had guided her towards the man after her encounter with Arlo; she hoped the boy would remain true to his word, but with his defeat, the more pressing matter were the two who had been there with him. She'd arrived just on time to witness Yangcong's destruction of the patch of woods, and while her fury roared at the time, it was difficult to remain upset with the man considering he'd so easily and willingly departed the area without a fight.

"I'm sorry if I startled you before-" Rhapsody would begin, "When I heard the cries of the trees, and saw you attacking, I just... it was difficult to handle." She'd explain, closing her eyes and lowering her head slightly; her ears folding to the sides slightly, giving away her regretful emotions, "I know residents of the city have reasons when they come and take away trees... but what were you doing there, Yangcong? Surely you'd have no interest in removing the forest for the sake of entertainment of all things." She'd question, her expression becoming serious as she glanced back up towards Yangcong, "You're on vacation... right?"

Yangcong had begun to explain the situation that Rhapsody had failed to learn herself; in her haste to protect the forest, she'd never asked Arlo of his ultimate objective or who he worked for. Thanks to Yangcong, she now knew a little more, but for the moment it was impossible to say whether or not that information would be useful in the future. At the very least, when traveling to different cities, she'd have the name of an organization to inquire about.

As Yangcong continued his explanation further, he would begin mentioning names and terms that Rhapsody had no clue about. While searching the Intergalactic Web she'd certainly come across mentions of the USD before; such information hadn't been necessary in her research at the time however, so she'd learned nothing further about the group. Even now, she had little interest for who the group was; her primary focus was on the fact that Yangcong would lie.

"I don't understand, why would you say you were on vacation when you, Miss Zerori, and I all spoke in that strange beverage establishment back in the northern city then?" She would ask, her facial expression softening as she heard Yangcong out, "Were you worried about people finding out?" She'd ask, crossing her arms as her tail flicked about beneath her dress with a bit of curiosity, "And if so, then why tell me this now?"

With Yangcong's given explanation and casual demeanor, Rhapsody would breathe a sigh of relief. He'd shown consideration back when he ceased his destruction of the forest, and in spite of what he said about his occupation back at the bar, so far he'd only shown a pleasant side of his life to Rhapsody. "I understand, I suppose all I can do is trust you then, at least for now." She'd say somewhat apologetically, "Just, please do try to refrain from the destruction of nature! I don't know what it's like back on your world, but here, even the people of the city only take from nature when they truly need to!" She'd affirm, puffing her cheeks in a slight pout as she tried to drive the point home.

In truth, she was unaware of the darker sides of society that merely sought to make a quick buck; but even the common laws on Earth tried to limit acts such as deforestation. What both Rhapsody and perhaps even Yangcong might have been unaware of was the USD's particular involvement that allowed Earth to flourish so richly; what Yangcong was absolutely aware of however, was how other worlds were made to suffer in exchange for this artificial wealth.

"Then, I'll leave you to your training, Yangcong." Rhapsody would continue in a much more pleasant tone, "I sadly don't know anything about the USD or your world, but I do remember what you and Zerori spoke about before." She'd say hesitantly, "I... can't say I approve of your intent to... kill. But my swordsmanship instructor taught me of situations in which there may be no other means of resolving such a situation." She'd explain with a heavy sigh as the thought weight upon her heart, "I know it isn't my place to ask such a thing, but please... wherever you intend to go and whomever you intend to hurt... please taking into consideration the bigger picture, think of the lives of those affected by your actions. The family of the ones you intend to kill... and who it is you should truly be directing your anger towards."

Rhapsody would stop, averting her gaze as she realized her overstepping remarks. She didn't know Yangcong's circumstances, but she also didn't want to believe that anyone and everyone associated with the USD was and evil villain that warranted Yangcong's ire. If the organization was as bad as Yangcong described, then they were certainly evil; but did everyone employed by the organization aware of each and every wrong doing the USD performed? She'd been steadily learning that, rather than black and white, the universe around her was far more gray than she'd initially believed. Her time with Vocalo and Sorallay had shown her that fact, and Yangcong was only solidifying it further.

Then came a turning point in the conversation; the man with the burn scar upon his face, Yangcong, had taken to exposit more than would have been expected. Rhapsody hadn't sought much more than to simply make her intentions known. She was young, brash, headstrong and set in her unrealistic ways. She had a difficult time understanding those who didn't walk the path of light, and Yangcong was one of those individuals. While he himself would proclaim to be no villain, and the tale of his past would do well to paint others in the darkest light, the fact remained that the path he walked was the polar opposite of the one she herself walked. This fact was as plain as the face upon his face, and whether Rhapsody knew it or not, she'd lived a lucky and generous life compared to a great deal many out in the universe.

As Yangcong began to speak, to give his tale and make the truth of the world and organizations around them know, Rhapsody would remain silent and listen intently. She was a curious cat, and while she herself wasn't all too bright, she had an insatiable appetite for new knowledge. Between reading books and hearing stories, she loved to learn new things, and Yangcong would fill this moment with a knowledge she'd not gone out of her way to learn on her own.

Yangcong's story was of his past, and of his experiences with the mysterious USD; it was an organization she knew incredibly little off, with their name popping up every so often in her occasional studies. Beyond the mention of a name, she'd not gone out of her way to learn more; as Yangcong expressed his emotions of the time and explained the situation of how he came to have the scar he wore, Rhapsody would wince, averting her gaze so as to not stare so obviously on the scar he spoke of. The idea that any could do such a thing to a child was more than simply a bit unsettling, but already his story was of a culture she couldn't understand.

Her own friends, Vocalo and Sorallay, had come to Earth to escape the USD, so it was possible their was far more than a mere shred of truth in Yangcongs tale, but it was something that Rhapsody simply didn't want to believe. Yangcong went onto speak further still, but his ideals and hers wouldn't align; while he may have seen his reason as just, and Rhapsody certainly wouldn't blame him as the victim, it didn't change the fact that murder was murder, regardless of the reason. No singular individual should ever hold the power to decide who might live and who might die, so in response to Yangcong's explanation, all Rhapsody could do was return a heavy sigh.

Yangcong reached the end of his explanation, and it's entirety gave Rhapsody pause and something far heavier than she had anticipated to think about. While Yangcong took to sitting upon a boulder in the water, Rhapsody would sit at the waters edge as she mulled over all the scarred man had said. Her tail would flick about curiously as she thought of the best way to respond without drawing out the conversation; ultimately, there was no proper way to maintain tact between two individuals who wouldn't see eye to eye on a matter such as this. She had another appointment to keep to, so she couldn't waste to much time, but she also didn't wish to take the information Yangcong had been willing to share in vain. With her thoughts collected and decision made, she would begin to speak her mind; there was no doubt Yangcong would have his own grievances and disagreements with what she would say, but she would say it regardless.

"I'm sorry for what you've had to experience in the past-" She would begin, her tone genuinely sorrowful for the man, before she would take a deep breath and shift to a much firmer tone, "-but I'm afraid to say that regardless of your experiences, I can't accept your reasoning." She'd continue, standing back up as she looked over to Yangcong, "Those with power are the ones who lead, and those without are the ones who follow. I won't claim to know what the soldiers that gave you that scar were thinking, and I won't say that things are as black and white as I feel, but if a man has a family, then he must provide for that family. If the path of a soldier is the only one available to him, then he must take it. If is superior orders him to do what he normally wouldn't, then he must weigh his choice to stick to his morals, or provide for his family. If he has to power to disobey the one giving him those orders, then perhaps he will; if he doesn't, then perhaps he won't." Rhapsody would explain as she turned away from Yangcong and began to take a few steps away.

"If he lacks the power to disobey, but does so anyways, then perhaps he's killed, and perhaps so is his family... you of all people, having experienced something so cruel, should understand that you can't assume the actions of a single man from an organization is to be the moral standing of each and every member. And that's why I said, think carefully before you choose to kill someone." Rhapsody would give another sigh before spreading her wings, an indication of her upcoming departure, "A soldier might charge at you, order from his superior dictate that he does so. He'll have weighed his options, and to disobey would mean to leave his family without a means to make ends-meet; yet, to charge at you would place his very life in danger, should he die, his family will still be left in an unfortunate state. The only difference between his two choices, is that you can make the choice not to kill him, not to take away a potential father or mother from a child."

Rhapsody would glance back towards Yangcong, her eyes narrowed with an expression of pity as she gazed upon him.

"If you assume the entirety of this USD organization is bad simply because of what happened to you, then should a human ever take something precious from you, you might as well assume every human is bad too." Rhapsody would sigh before jumping into the air and taking to flight, turning back momentarily to say a few final words to Yangcong, "Again, I'm sorry for what you've had to endure, and I respect your reasons for what you do, but I won't accept them. You and I may come to odds at some point, I pray at that point, we both make the right decisions."

Rhapsody had no more to say, and had no cause to listen or discuss things further. Much like Yangcong, she was set in her own convictions, and had no intention of changing from what she believed was just. If their were individuals in the organization that Yangcong spoke of that were bad, then surely she'd come upon them at some point, and when she did, she would take action. She would not view the entirety of the group in the same light as Yangcong however; Onnius was a Saiyan, and he was a bad man, yet despite this, Vocalo, Sorallay, and Yangcong all showed themselves to be good. This was reason enough not to discriminate against the entirely of a group, simply because of the actions of the few. Rhapsody would take off into the skies, departing the area to make way to her next appointed meet up, merely with the hopes that things would go a bit more smoothly with the next individual she sought to speak with.