The deck of cards, aside from being rather interesting to Honey himself, seems like it could potentially be something of interest to Ashes as well. With the war...over, he supposes, a trinket that outlines the story of the war, or at least some of its faces and places, could be nice.

He pockets it quietly, before checking to see if the situation with Briar has evolved without him noticing.

Briar and Cinders are clinging to each other and crying. 

The Mechanisms, like Honey, seem to be giving the two of them space.

Ashes is poking at the dead cyborgs and asking Kolya whether he can rig the remnants of the powered armour to explode. Mac's keeping watch by the door. 

Ivy is wandering around documenting things, with Kit trailing behind her like a heavily-armed shadow. 

No better time than the present to see what Ashes thinks, Honey supposes. He steps over to them and Kolya, presenting the deck for inspection. "Might be a worthy memento?"

"Aw, for me? You shouldn't have," Ashes says, in a tone that means the exact opposite. They take the cards and flick through the deck, whistling when they reach the face cards.

"Oh, these are nice. Yeah, I'm keeping this for sure. Thanks, Honey." They reward him with a broad smile. 

Smiles are good! Smiles are something Honey wishes he got more often, but that doesn't mean the ones he does get are any less sweet.

Trophy found and judged, Honey feels a bit more ready to process the last few...minutes? Hours? He's never good at keeping tracking of time when he doesn't have a clock on him.

That processing definitely takes some time, though. The war's over, he's sure, and, well. What else does he have? He's been a soldier of one kind or another since he was a boy, not that he could ever go back to his childhood. There are other wars out there in the universe, he figures, but...does he care about them? If he's honest, he was only ever really invested in this war because he wanted King Cole dead. Working as a mercenary could be satisfying, but it wouldn't be fulfilling, or at least Honey doesn't think it would be.

The only other option would be to try and find something new to be a part of. Looking around at the odd bunch of cyborgs he's spent the last few...days with, he assumes, the question of whether he wants to be a part of whatever they've got going occurs to him. He doesn't find himself able to answer, though. Not yet anyway.

"Ahhh." Kit leans against a wall near Honey, watching with something like satisfaction as Cinders and Briar embrace. "I love a happy ending." 

While Honey can't deny that there is technically a bit of happiness for him in this, the king is dead and all, it almost rankles him for this to be called a happy ending. "Could be better." He says, though he's not sure whether to Kit or to himself.

This earns him a raised eyebrow.

"Could it? The evil tyrant defeated, the lovers reunited—or close enough—and this bunch," he adds, nudging a rebel's body with his toe, "will be remembered as heroes. Trust me, there are worse fates." 

"A lot things happened that didn't need to happen." Honey says. "Don't know who exactly could have stopped them, but I'm sure there are some."

Honey manages to put on an even more introspective look, if Kit can believe his eyes. "Even I could have done something. I just...didn't know I wanted to. Didn't know I should have."

"Awww. You're so young." 

His tone is a little bit mocking. 

It only takes a second for Honey to tense, hair raising, eyebrowing knitting together. He turns to face Kit direction. "Listen, I know you all are supposed to have been doing whatever it is you're doing for ages or whatever, but don't fucking call me that. I'm a grown man. If you think it's childish to regret letting people die who you could have saved, that's your problem."

There's a bit of a nervous energy in Honey's legs as he shifts his weight from one to the other.

Kit straightens up from leaning on the wall. 

"You know, I didn't actually say 'childish'. But you're right." He taps metal fingers against the hilt of a dagger. "It is."

Honey grits his teeth for a moment, before stepping up into Kit's personal space. "I would like to say something to you. Elsewhere." He nods to an exit.

Kit goes still and tense. He pauses for a moment before responding. 

"Anything you have to say to me," he enunciates, voice cold and dangerous, "you can say right here." 

Naturally, of course. This already wasn't easy but it has to be hard. "Fine." Honey turns his head to Briar and Cinders. "I'm sorry to rush you, but you'll want to clear out. This place isn't going to be safe for much longer."

"—Cinders, c'mon—" 

Briar pulls Cinders away from Rose's corpse, gets her moving in the direction of the door. 

Kit waits. 

This close, Honey can hear something ticking in his chest, regular as a metronome. 

Turning back to Kit, no heed paid to the ticking which Honey assumes is related to his cybernetics, he continues. "I do not think it is worth it to try and convince you of anything. I'm not sure I should care what you think at all. However, I'm very angry at you, and I know that I can't do any permanent damage, so I'm going to beat you up until I stop being angry at you."

Not waiting for a response, he brings his knee up, aiming for Kit's chest.

"Oof!" 

Kit wasn't expecting the blow, but he moves with it, letting himself fall so he lands flat on his back on the hard stone. Lightning-fast, he kicks out with his legs, trying to bring Honey down to the floor as well. 

The kick connects and does knock Honey's legs out from underneath him, but he controls his tumble, rolling back onto his feet in a smooth motion, attempting to snatch one of Kit's legs in the process.

That would be easier if Kit's legs were still in the same place, which they're not. 

Breathing hard, Kit rolls to a crouch a few feet away from Honey and catches himself with his metal arm. His other hand twitches towards his chest and then away again, clenching into a fist. 

Honey launches himself towards, Kit. This isn't exactly like what he did when they sparred before. Unconcerned for collateral damage, he leaps with enough force to send cracks through the stone floor, crossing the small gap between them and slamming into Kit with equal force.