Okay, wow. Pan had been more than a little sceptical about the whole homeworld thing and how travelling there was as easy as pushing a button. But, as she stood in the middle of what had clearly once been a grand villa made of ivory marble and gold, she was quickly readjusting her beliefs. It was hard to not feel awe and like she was nothing more than a little mouse amidst the rubble and ruin. And clearly, she still had a lot to learn if this place had been sitting here waiting for millenia.

Picking a direction, Pan began to wander and root through the destruction. Here a shattered (she guessed) crystal chandelier, there what looked like it had once been a marble dance floor. But no signs of like… common people’s lives. So had this place just been effectively a party planet? Or like some weird space version of renaissance Italy? Or maybe her homeworld had simply been rich enough that this was where the common people had lived out their lives. She had no way of knowing. And that was maybe for the best. She didn’t want to start romaticizing the place without having more information to hand. So, since she didn’t particularly want to consider the past, that meant looking toward the future.

And if Pan was honest with herself, she couldn’t really see a future here. Not surrounded by dead stone and dust.

Wandering more, she stepped through the ruins of an archway and found herself in what might have once been a garden. So, okay. Dead, dried out dirt and the fossilized remains of vines. Fun Still, that once-garden brought a tiny spark of warmth to her heart for the place. There had been a bit of hominess in the midst of all the grandeur.

And that warmth lasted precisely until the moment she came across a collapsed marble pillar and the small, twisted skeleton underneath it

“Oh. Oh,” she breathed, feeling a rush of sick dread. Logically, she knew she should have expected to find something like this, but some part of her had clearly hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Because here she was, rapidly kneeling beside the pitiful remains and silently weeping for the lost. And it didn’t matter to her that this thing looked like what would happen if a muppet had a skeleton. It didn’t matter that there were what looked like tiny horns on the skull. What mattered was that this was a person who had lived here. Someone that past her (if she went full tilt into the reincarnation angle, which she had no reason to doubt) was supposed to protect. Clearly, she’d done a bang up job of that.

“s**t, I’m so sorry,” she whispered to the remains before reaching out to see if she could free them. Maybe she could provide a decent burial? Instead, the millenia old bones practically melted into dust at her touch, shocking Pan further. As the dust swirled slightly and settled, the senshi of masquerades had had more than enough of this place for a long goddamn time. Closing her eyes against further tears, Pan let go mentally and allowed herself to be taken back home. Where she didn’t have to look literal past failures right in their poor disintegrating faces.