Homeworld Visit: 12th February 2021 (Backdate)
That was the last of it - everything that he had left on the planet, everything that represented him, was either safely tucked in subspace or stuffed into the duffelbag slung across his shoulder. While Namielle's words hadn't been direct instructions, their had been a conviction in her voice, a certainty that often came when her gut was correct even if the evidence was missing; and given the cost he would have to pay if he didn't find a way to stall out the decay, he wasn't prepared to take the risk of ignoring her.
The planet he had grown so fond of would find itself without its senshi - he had sworn this as she made her observations, and as he glanced down at the duffelbag there was a sense of finality to it all. In his absence he could only hope that what magic responded to his existence would begin to fade, taking with it the fragility it imbued on the land.
When an answer was forthcoming, one buried deep within that library was found, then and only then would he return.
"Hold on," he called out, gazing over his shoulder towards the large Pyramid that seemed to shimmer in the glare of the sun. It wouldn't reply, nothing in this world ever did, but perhaps something within the planet's very essence might hear him and acknowledge that while he did everything he could, it needed to do one thing for him. It just needed to survive for a little while longer.
He'd find a way to sever the link, like the first one; and perhaps he might even find a means to fix it entirely. He would walk before he ran and when he had a sliver of a chance he would return. For now though, he gave a final look towards the first monolith and the twisted aether that wept from the monolith. It wasn't screaming like the one from his vision, or if it was then he couldn't hear it, but it was safe to say that it didn't take a genius to know that it was in a sorry state.
Eventually that one was likely to 'scream' in much the same fashion as the other.
A sigh.
Then the footsteps began as he walked away from his second home and pulled his phone from his pocket, flicking it out to check the power before he pressed the button.
"All right, let's get this show on the road," he finished as he warped from the planet, and returned to other familiar haunts. It would be months before the Senshi would see his planet again, and by then, it may look rather different than what he had come to know and love.
While he may have had a duty to protect Earth and to ensure it's very survival, he had a much stronger pull towards his planet and eventually these loyalties were likely to clash. In the months to come there was a distinct possibility that he might have to choose between protecting one, at the expense of leaving the other in the care of others who possessed similar abilities to him.
It would not be a great look.
...But the actions might well be necessary.
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