“Are you mad at me or something?”

As expected, there was no response. Why would there be?

…He was speaking to a desolate rock.

Kitty sighed softly as he dragged the tips of his fingers over weathered-smooth stone rails that lined the craggly-paved streets of his deserted homeworld. He did not come here often, only three or four times ever since he’d awakened. But in his defense, why should he? There was no one here. No one had been here for centuries and centuries.

Him being alive was supposed to do something for this discarded and forgotten bit of space debris, buuuut… Kitty did not feel any powerful connection as others did. Mirosnjha had mentioned that it might be because of how late he’d come into his power, with Amadeus already being comfortably into adulthood before his starseed apparently remembered that ‘something’ out there was still waiting for him to find it. As pleased as Kitty was to have that confirmation that he was more than so many basic civilians, the world that gave him his senshi name was still not… particularly interesting to him.

Well, it was interesting in the sense that it was his, and he had a wealth of new territory available to be explored, and there must be so much that he could see and do in a world where he could go wherever he pleased whenever he wanted…

But no one was there. And he’d never been that interested in playing at a lonely park by himself, either.

He loved being a Senshi, but there were no people to save or enemies to fight on Kitty. Whatever his past self should have done to protect this planet, he hadn’t done. And since he had a new life and no memory of the old, it wasn’t like he was going to shoulder the guilt for it. …Some did. Some Senshi made it their new mission to repair these worlds… To reawaken a connection with them.

Kitty didn’t get it.

“I suppose I’d understand if you were,” he continued to no one. “I doubt I’m exactly what you were expecting to get from your Senshi.” Someone more into doing the whole restoration bit probably would’ve been more valuable. “But that’s on you, I think. I’m the same person, right? So old Kitty shouldn’t have been much different than new Kitty. Not much different from me.” Maybe that was the problem. Old Kitty had let this happen. New Kitty wasn’t interested in fixing it.

The deserted city he strolled through was pretty much the only locale Kitty had seen of this planet, having been only a very few times and not having delved into whatever had happened in the past.

It had probably been a beautiful city. Everything had once been pale stone, though it had all turned a dirty gray-brown with the time. The roads had cracked and crumbled. The tall, sleek buildings weathered. If Kitty cared to pay so much attention, he might notice the twisted remains of wrought-iron filigree lanterns lining the road. Maybe it had been a wealthy city. It must have been, to be built up to such a degree, nestled in a valley with the backdrop of swooping mountains.

…Alas, it didn’t feel like it was his.

“How am I supposed to help you?” He lamented with a dramatic sigh and exaggeratedly wary ‘tsk.’ “It’s been four years, and I don’t think we’ve grown any closer in that time.” The sound of his heels on stone was an unnaturally loud echo between the tall buildings.

Four. Years.

And Kitty thought he would’ve been- better- stronger after so much time as a Senshi… but it hadn’t worked out like that. Mirosnjha speculated that his world wasn’t ready to acknowledge any sort of meaningful development.

And so Kitty was having a one-sided conversation with nothing.

It wouldn’t help, he was sure. This empty world was probably hard to fool with simple words. His starseed would give him away: he didn’t want or care about a connection with this planet. He just wanted to be stronger, more of a threat when he faced opponents on Earth. Even if he had practiced combat technique since he was tiny, it meant little in the face of people stronger, faster, more magically inclined, armed, etc.

“Should I visit more often? Would that do it? We truly must get on the same page, you and I…”

No one answered. Kitty wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. He didn’t expect an answer, not really, but he still found it so frustrating, and there was nothing to be done about it. He didn’t have the patience to commune with NO ONE.

Maybe Miros could come with him next time. The Mauvian would talk sense into this world.

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