Cybele pressed her lips together. She hadn’t heard of anyone’s word just slowly withering back to nothing, so she wasn’t sure quite what to say about that.
“I’ll help you, as well, if I can,” she offered. She wasn’t sure how, exactly, unless things formed into some other type of monster that she could punch, but her instincts told her that she liked Athalia. She wanted to do what she could for him.
“Also, if it makes you feel any better, I think the homeworlds are the source of our powers, but not our lives.” Her gaze went a bit dark again, and she shifted in the grass. “I was cut off from mine for a while, and I’m still here.”
She’d even heard stories of senshi who had the cores of their homeworld completely devoured by Metallia, and they still walked. It wasn’t exactly clear just how alive they were, and Cybele had never met any of them to see it for herself, but. It was something that happened.
It was actually part of the reason she was so hesitant about the alien’s plan.
“I know. It still feels wrong.” She waved a hand towards Earth’s moon. “It feels like if the government decided to start strip mining up there, but more,” she hesitated, tried to pick a word, “intimate, somehow.”
She went quiet for a long moment, jaw tight. “But nobody else seems to see it like that, or if they do, they think it’s a worthy sacrifice.”
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