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Grieve has noticed even before the other super had some into view. She'd expected the other to either approach or to steer clear. Either would be fine, but starting to approach and then trying to run off told Grieve two important things.

1. This senshi had s**t environmental awareness
2. This senshi lacked guts
3. This senshi kinda sucked at the job

That was three things, but Grieve decided not to count that last one, as most earth-born senshi kinda sucked at the job. Straightening up from the body at her feet, she called out, "Stop ********' around and get your a** back here." She smiled, nicely for her, which was horrific by any other standard.

"Help me out with this."

"Yeah, no point in leaving the job half done," Grieve nudged the body with her foot. He'd just died, still rosy cheeked and in uniform. Clearly a lieutenant, at least until the uniform began to fade into jeans and a t-shirt, the stupid plastic baseball bat shimmering until it was nothing at all.

"Pick him up. You know how to lift and carry a person over the shoulder?" This senshi needed a lot of ********' work, but a small lesson in the practicals wasn't a bad start, right?

"Of course there's another way!" Grieve scowled at the girl. "There's not ********' killing him. Too bad for him, I don't like to leave a mess for other people to step in." Though apparently she was fine leaving a mess for other people to carry for her. Well, at least nobody was gonna get chaos rabies off the ********, not anymore.

"And like, ********' sure. I could kidnap him, try to get this ******** to purify. But that needs a wholeass princess, and they gotta want it too?" Grieve groused, and she moved close enough to take hold of Aruna's upper arm. The grip, it should be said, was gentler than any other aspect of the DSS. "I don't even ********' get that, you know? It's not like Cosmos gets people's ********' consent before she purifies them after death."

And then they were in a rather shoddy town of crumbling clay houses, barely a dot on an arid landscape. Overhead, the sky was just dawning, stretching out their shadows with a warm line of sun breaking the horizon. "So anyway. Think of it as like, the ********' scenic route to purification right? So it's only a like, half a murder you're helping clean up after."

"We're on my world, Grieve, land of plenty...plenty ********' corpses." And there were signs of the corpses, if she cared to look along the walls and doorsteps. the window ledges. Fragments of bone, a skull that was definitely humanoid, tattered pieces of armor that can crumble at a touch. Or a stray kick from the world's senshi as she passed by, only giving it enough attention to spit on what was left of someone's final resting place. Being people clearly didn't mean anything sacred to her.

"You can set them down wherever. If you wanna haul them to time workshop, I'll keep'em pretty for a bit longer." Whatever that meant. Overhead, the sky began to darken to deep purples, and they could feel the rising power crackle along their skin.

"Awwww for ******** sake." With a hiss, Grieve switched directions and headed for one the more intact buildings, "Can't get away from them even in Cosmos' ********' armpit."

Huh, then maybe she was doing Aruna's world a few extra favors by getting the girl accustomed to handling the dead. "Is, babe, probably more a ********' necropolis than ever, right? The rest of space just came to join it."

There was a bit of grim approval in Grieve's expression as she noted the other senshi putting down the corpse. That's right, virda, kindly child. Let go of needless burdens, the dead being the most needless of all.

The building she led them into was fairly large, with long stone benches, and a statue at the back. It was humanoid, about Aruna's own height. Around it were various clay pots and bones. Settling onto a bunch, Grieve answered, "Yeah, I'm real ********' old. When the worlds all fell and everybody else died, some worlds kept their senshi alive. A few of us ended up sleeping through centuries, but I'm one of those as was awake for all of it. Different worlds died by different means, but the survivors are all ********' crazy for it. You meet one of us, even the nicest and calmest of us? You're meeting someone who is <******** up beyond ******** up."

After throwing the entirety of Deep Space Senshi under the bus, Grieve grinned and added cheerfully, "Some might have known you in your past life, yeah?"

Aruna's sad face was met with one distinctly grossed out, like Aruna had farted on her soup. "Don't feel sad about this place. Most others were nice but this one wasn't. N'besides, I was the one who killed most of them in the end." Well, the ones strong and ruthless enough to survive the early years of the fall.

The description of Aruna's previous incarnation in the end had Grieve's expression softening a bit, from disgust to something a lot more tired. "There's no point in comparing, anyway. She was stuck there most of her life, yeah? And stuck in the end too." At least Grieve had the excitement and challenge of her versus her whole ********' world in the end. Even if winning had meant the same damn vigil was waiting for her.

Honestly, if she had to finally die and it was on that soft and abundant world of Earth? It would be nice, almost indulgently so, to die among friends. Maybe that was greatest defiance they had against all the many flavors of chaos they were still being faced with.

"She did a good job, right up till the end," Grieve offered after a pause. "But don't ********' take up that mantle unless you really like cataloguin' the dead."

It was one of the silent storms outside, the lack of sound making the sky outside the crude windows seem an entire world away.

"Yeah, was a bit of a hardass but an alright sort." Leaning back, Grieve idly nudged a pot with her toe. "You'll get used to it if you manage to live long enough," she gave the girl a doubtful look. Earth was both really ******** soft in its knights and senshi and really ******** dangerous in its chaos. "Senshi dies, and eventually they get reborn. Some senshi die really ********' fast. You meet one and then a few years later you meet them again as a chibi."

Listening to Aruna apologize pointlessly, Grieve shook her head with a grin, "I'm glad I survived. Lot of others didn't, but that's their problem." Aruna's problem. "The shitty thing is that the universe is so much smaller now. There's so few worlds out there now, and they're just...ghosts. The art and food, the festivals and plays. The stores. The people...Aruna, babe, there were so many different types of people. And they're all ********' gone. And none of that's gonna come back with a ********' starseed, y'know?"

She paused for a long, oppressive stretch, staring toward the statue. "But yeah, take me to Aruna. May as well pay some ********' respects."

The lightning flashed again, bringing out the harsh planes of Grieve's face as she fell silent. World Eater or not, how could it measure in scope to the fall of all worlds?