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Tenoch had no guise, not even his com-tech on, I’ll advised, maybe, but he was enjoying being dressed down for once. Their tech took energy, and he disliked using it frivolously when they had so few visitors in their hidden neck of the woods — birds, cadet bee, a random bear that one time?

A — being, Fae-fae had noted in her diary that Tenoch was still overtly wary of.

To wander the perimeter while being wholly himself, dressed casually for the winter, with his hair down out it’s customary braid for once. There was nothing to fight here — he could just — walk — admire the scenery.

Breath in cold and exhale frost over his lilac fingers that turned darker with the chill, the cold crunch of frosted grass beneath his feet distractions as the breeze through the boughs of the trees.

There was a Senshi, and Tenoch scanned this one for holes between its eyes and collar bones. Found none. Felt his lackadaisical smile for the environment become a tangled thing, a deep frown, a snarl.

The Senshi was polite. Surprised. Had gaudy, playful questions.

Tenoch’s answer? Was to pull his gun. The thing radiated ‘toy energy’, looked only slightly less like a colorful sphere encrusted bubble blower. Something that a child under twelve might’ve pew-pewed playfully at another with; all in good fun, all for pretend.

Except nothing if Tenochs stance or finger that hovered nearer to the sight than the trigger actual trigger gave off a vibe of ‘pretend’.

He’d been caught unawares, unguised, and suddenly felt like a liability for it.

He didn’t like that, either.

Didn’t know this one any better than the others of its kind. Senshi, humans, agents. All one and the same to him same, for him. “Technically? We’re all ‘true aliens’ here. Unless you are a Senshi of Earth? Maybe the moon? No?” It was instinctive to level his sights center mass - over a narrowed lavender gaze.

“You’ll state your name and purpose.” — He let the notion that he’d fire on him otherwise hang in the air. Inferred, if unspoken.

“Truthfully? Yes, I do.”

All scoff and ire. He wondered, would the Senshis planet remain so dead if he stayed? If he loved earth less? Was that the curse of the entire universe. Countless beings with planets of their own who couldn’t live on them. Who stayed orphaned on Earth, having abandoned their crippled, chaos riddled, worlds and stars.

“Everything that’s honked, beeped, mewled or bit me on this planet seems ‘Alien’; in the highest order of extremes. No matter what I’ve studied…or sought…when one is born of a synthetic world? What more alien could there be than the people of Earth itself. Senshi-less, little mud-hole. Carrying all the worlds powers save its own….”

This one seemed unlikely to attack. Tenoch lowered his gun by degrees, eyed the man named Etamin up and down. Wasn’t sure what ‘Egyptian’ was, but he’d look it up in time. Look up dresses and historical things, maybe with — Fae? Eso? Someone, surely.

“I’m sorry your planet is dead…with this thing I can sympathize. To prevent that for my own people, it’s why I’m here…did you not? Are you not aware of Caedeus?” He nearly spat the word traitor instead, except that was a cruel demonsterisation of the man - once king - betrayed and betrayer all in one. Due to his own cowardice. Due to young friends being foolish so long ago. At least, in Tenochs eyes.

It was becoming steadily clear, enough that he lowered his weapon entirely, that this Senshi didn’t know of ‘them’. How strange, didn’t their people share — phones? Something like that.

Did he know him? Did he really? As more than some people long dead figurehead who’d died hundreds of years ago and miraculously returned. No longer dead, very much alive. Who’d caused a division when he’d asked them for…

“Not really…no. Not the same way you do.”

Caedus king, who’d caused a war. Who’d turned their commodore into the type of man that’d lied to them. For love, or peace, for valenia? He was never sure of anything anymore. He’d stayed. He’d chosen to do so, and he remained shaken to his core for it.

Though he’d not forgotten their cause.

Etamin spoke of time and tenochs expression quirked, misted with misunderstanding. Years, months, days, all time blips and instants to him. “What little I know, could fill a sentence. Not even a page. You could find him. With your - own? On that moon, or a hill, or living in some big swamp. Maybe.”

The concept of past life memories earned a blank slate. A heads shake and shrug of apology. If this he would search their archives, would see if it’d been taken down as notes. The way Senshi in particular experienced these things. Tenoch wasn’t sure if it happened with — well — how could they know when their own people lacked this thing too? A viable Senshi.

“Maybe, not at all. Whatever he did with you, his little skirmish before? He returned to us. To Valencia, his people, his *home*. We took up the idea of starting a war…your war…gathering information…it ended messily for all parties. I’m sorry for the confusion….I’m sorry that I can’t call you ally nor tell you more.” He saw the shadow pass Etamins face, felt a twinge of sorry for it, felt that dwindle down to apathy. They all lived in similar boats it seemed. How fair.

“He is back though, your people took him. Have him, I assume.” whichever ones didn’t die on the hill - there was no way to know if his own words were truth. Only that they didn’t have Caedus starseed…maybe it’d shattered and he’d been reborn?

Maybe…

”If you do manage to find him amongst your own, I’d appreciate you passing along a message?”

“If he is alive? Tell him to quit his hiding.”

That felt safest to convey, where his eyes darted over the Senshi — the eternal? Was that how they were. Tenoch was unsure. How much or how little to ever say, when it wasn’t his own he was speaking to.

“Also….that I am sorry.”

All his words that held sincerity. Even if he wished ill on Caedus, it was orders. It was his belief that many were worth more than one, and if he was wrong? Anything had to be better than what’d already been done. Then what Caedus had to live with.

“Ah, Isaac? That is - it’s a proper Earth name. I’ve been snapping at you without so much as stating it. Rude, but? You can see my hesitation has merit…at least…I hope.” as Itztenoch took steps back. Slow little slide and shift to angle himself away. “Be more careful with how you teleport, Etamin. I hope you and your planet have a good day. A better day.”

The nuances of proper beginnings and endings were lost on him. Concepts for people who cared about communicating. He had so little to tell. Could only offer Aries in directions aimlessly. A shame, if he’d been there months sooner.

Except, maybe it was good he hadn’t been? He’d been with his planet properly. He’d survived. This was a good thing.