El Minha involved a complicated attempted coup, but it wasn't from a so-called rightful claim to the throne . . . there was a class divide between the poor and the rich, and the poor were throwing their lot behind a criminal enterprise known as the Syndicate, and the Crown Guard attempted to seize control of the throne from a young King who wanted to mend the divide of his recently dead father. It was relatively fine until a Crown Guard shot a little girl in the street, and all hell broke loose after that. King Kathashun managed to get the people to rally behind him, in the end.

Struxta, on the other hand, was a natural disaster. A lightning storm was going to decimate a city compromised entirely of robotic beings, who were all connected to something called the Mass Subconsciousness. Both, at the time of our leaving, seemed to be relatively fine.

[ he pauses, there. ]

But we were more organized, in both worlds. We had a relatively clear idea on what we wanted to accomplish. Akvos split us up in a way that we obviously were not prepared for, and we need to account for that possibility again in the future. We can't afford to waste that much time again.