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Squatting on the edge of the roof like an emaciated gargoyle, Grieve looked down at all the humans scurrying about, their figures emanating stress and joy over their winter holiday. She was getting ready to spit down on one wearing a light-up sweater of some sort that was ******** amazing when Stargazer reminded her that the sky and snow were also pretty.

Catching some snowflakes in the palm of her hand, Grieve eyed them for a moment before licking her palm. Didn't taste like anything.

"Have you gone back yet?"

While the other looked back down, Grieve's gaze remained up, going past snow and cloud and time. Her own world had always been a grave of sorts, and so she mourned the loss of Urania and the other worlds more than her own. Still, it was better that Urania had survivor like herself, a living remainder of the culture and traditions that it once held. The ones who died, even if they're reborn, they're born on Earth and its patchwork civilization. All that's left of what was it the memory of a fragment.

Grieve is not one to dwell too much on the big picture, its scale and the power needed to alter it making such thoughts pointless. An ********' depressing.

"Yeh," she grunted, rolling her neck. "Took one of those broken little Chaos senshi up there. Few other times too. Great way to hide a body." And Earth certainly required that bodies be hid.

With a horrid grin, she finally glanced back down. "The Abyssal Eve...that was our winter holiday." It wasn't a particularly kind night, truth be told. "Did you have one, Meceyah?" Earth's English didn't have quite the word for the old endearment, the guiding star of a constellation, trusted and sought first.

"Well, they're still shining. So good job, even if not really," Grieve grinned over at the other senshi. There were always places and customs like that. People trying their damnedest to pretend they exerted the least bit of control over the fate of worlds. But ******** if even senshi had that power in the end. From the greenest Basic right up to the most feathery royal with their stables of knights: everyone failed their world or their world failed them. Most of them died. The fire on Urania weren’t lit, but the stars still abided. The stones of ******** WhateverWonder of WhoCaresAnymore aren’t polished, but planets and moons kept their rotations. The fire she lit on Hestia probably went out a thousand years ago, but here Grieve of Grieve still walks and burns with more life than she had any right to.

The thought put in her an even more cheerful mood.

"If y'want, we can go on a bender and light a bunch of ********' fires round the city. Be like old times for both of us." Might even resemble some kind of constellation by the time they were done. There were enough of them to get it right by pure drunken accident. Just the way Grieve liked to end her holidays: still alive and doing just fine by undeserved luck and a refusal to properly just die already.

Watching her friend turn on the sparkly eyes, Grieve cackled, "Yeah. Can't let the constellations keep shining up all by themselves, right? Gotta let them know we're still here."