Welcome to Gaia! ::

He exhaled a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. So, she really was gone. His vision long ago so distant that it was a painful reminder of that fool's hope he'd once held.

"....." How many thought they had a right to live on earth? He wondered if they understood what they said when they took that stance. What they implied, what they were stating to the very people they opposed when saying such.
"That's a fun delusion- but we can't say that. We can't think like that." He tugged his hood over his face more, taking a second to face her, pulling out the white strands of hair from his hood. "This is a side effect of being on my world. I used to love the smell of the ocean, the taste of fresh fish, the feeling of the sun and the sight of the stars at night. Now it smells like oil and rot. Fish taste foreign. The sun is too hot, the stars don't look right. The sight of the stars don't match what they should be for me. I was born human, but now I'm a royal. I'm as senshi as can be- and I know I'm not human anymore. Humans can't use magic like we can. Our starseeds are the very worlds we are tied to. Humans are tied to only themselves. If we die, our worlds die." He smiled, melancholy. "If was say we are human, we say we have the right to be born here, to live here- as the representatives of our worlds, we are taking a claim to earth. Even if our worlds are unable to support us, we can't say that we belong here. We were never intended to be earthlings. The moment we make that claim, we give them credence. We give them reason to hunt us and seek us out to kill. Our claiming to be what we are not gives them support. No matter how much we might think or feel otherwise, this isn't our home. It was never meant to be our home."

He hid his hair once more. "Serenity died some odd years back. For a long time, we thought she might have been reborn again but... she wasn't. We've lost her in this rebirth cycle. I don't know what this primer is, but I know a great deal about white moon's.. deals with earth. Given enough time, I could possible recall memories of other senshi if I had deals with them in the past. The ability to recall memories as a royal is a double edged knife at best. A curse at worst."

"Yes, no and sort of- we're refugees in a very real sense. Products of chaos attacks on our worlds, of decayed planets that fell to ruin. They could claim as senshi we are supposed to stop such but even under that logic, there is a fallacy. One cannot be blamed for all results. I fought more than an army when I was slain. I was not even the leader of my people- perhaps their idol, their commander, yet the leadership fell to the king, and the people's choices. My brother was no better than the highest commander as I was, and yet he was not royal. As we passed, normally, we'd have been reborn yet with our worlds and peoples killed, we couldn't be so our starseeds found refuge on earth. If they, the negaverse, hunt us and completely reject us- those who are products of chaos's influence- they undermine their own message of wanting to be free of our influence. Senshi born here are not born here out of desire, they are born as this is our last refuge. The last place where we might live again to perhaps recover our worlds. If senshi claim they have the right to live and propagate on earth then they are claiming that it is their inherent right. Morally, we have the right to be allowed peaceful lives, but not to claim a place that we are not from as part of what amounts to our sovereignty. Earth was never ours. Just the same, it is was never belonging to chaos. Their own claim is dead- Beryl no longer alive means they have lost their so called rightful ruler and thus as an organization cannot subjugate their own people.

My brother and I have become outliers however- we have made war and declared earth our battle ground. However we are clear in our intent- we have no desire to rule nor lay a claim to earth. I was born a human, but I will die senshi, I will die Castorian. Chaos is our enemy as it, like senshi, has no right to lay claim on earth or her people. You and a great many others may not think this way, but for each instance you say you are human, you shame yourselves. You are senshi- you are of Ida. I am of Castor. There is more at stake than our temporary lives here. There are laws we had, rules we followed, alliances, wars- we were the peoples of the the cosmos." His tone was even, neither hot nor cold, merely explanatory.

Yet it was not the same as the man who'd been seen at the old factory. Not the one shaking from memories and hallucinations. There was clarity in the eye that remained uncovered. Knowledge and confidence in his knowledge.
"We cannot ignore what we are- we cannot ignore the fact that as humans, the negaverse on premise, wishing to remain free of lunar or outside control is not wholly unfounded. Senshi might be born here but we never should have been. We have come because no other option remained. Think of what happens when refugees arrive in a new land, their homes destroyed. They have not simply become citizens of this new land- they remain peoples of their homelands. Generations later, that will not have changed. If refugees claimed land, resources, and titles and labels of the place they had fled to- are the peoples of their new land required to give them such? Must they provide for people who had no choice? Must they relinquish control of what they had to their new residents who could indeed one day go back to their homeland?" He shook his head, moving from her touch.

"They move under commanders who are ignorant of how they are being used. They think they do good but fail to understand what they are doing. The use of truth to mask lies- it is the mark of a clever leader. Senshi act under half truths and lack of understanding- the marks of foolishness marred with ignorance. You touched me with a desire for comfort, but to me I felt none." He reached out, brushing a stray leaf from her coat.

"It is not comfort I need, little bloom. It is for our kind to understand that what we're doing is more complex than simply fighting to save lives. That we have forgotten what we are, and in that we have forgotten ourselves. Lady of Orchids. That was what I'd have called you. I would have made my offers to bed you and see you as a lover. I would have asked for a tithe, for crop or men for my armies. I would have offered protections, men to keep your peoples safe from harm. I can guess for now." He pulled away smiling.
"Yet until I am home, I cannot seek such memories. Perhaps I shall find them. Or perhaps you will remember me, as often I would guise myself as one of my men. Maybe you will remember Castor. Perhaps you will remember a man with white hair and eyes of ice. But in this life, you will remember me when I am slain Orah."

He shrugged.

"The living always remember the ones who die, drenched in blood."