Hati always enjoyed going to his planet. It felt like home, genuinely. Perhaps it should have been strange, but after so long of visiting it, coaxing life back into it, it was just... home to him. Life on his planet was slowly crawling back from the depths of the woods and the fog and the moors. The mountains were starting to be visible as the fog became less and less of a daily occurrence as his planet realized someone was here to tend to it once more.

He made his way to his favorite spot on the moors, a quiet little glade that always filled him with a great sense of peace, and idly toyed with the sapphire star charm he'd picked up while out in the city that morning. The chilly nature of the place infused itself deep into his bones and reminded him he was truly alive.

The wind curled around his face, ruffling his hair. He'd finally started growing it long the way he'd wanted to for a while, and he thought it was starting to look pretty good. He sat down on a rock, cross-legged, and breathed in, letting the scent of everything around him slowly pour in, become one with him, and he one with the world around him.

It was always during these peaceful times out here on this specific rock, in this specific glade, that his past life swam hazily to the surface of his mind today. The Hati from before, taking Asmodeus to this very place to tell her that he loved her. That their arranged marriage, while arranged, had given him something he never thought he would have. Love. That he wanted her to know he was truly dedicated to this marriage, that it didn't matter that it had been arranged, because the love that had grown from it gave him strength, every day. That he wanted nothing more than to stay with her forever.

Opening his eyes, the Hati of today pulled his leather-bound journal from his subspace and began to write it down. He wrote down every memory that came to him like this now. He didn't want to forget anything. Especially if he could puzzle out his entire culture. He owed it to the Hati that had come before. To the entire planet of people that had come before and decayed from the Chaos invasion.

After he finished writing the fresh memory, he shut the journal and ran his fingers over the front of it, embossed with his senshi signature. He'd passed it off as something vaguely Celtic he was designing for "a game he was coding". No suspicion had arisen, and Zev hadn't had his identity compromised, thank God.

It was always better to be safe than sorry, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity.

The beautiful dark brown surface and silvered symbol felt so good under his fingers. He continued to run his fingers over it for a little while, before deciding to open it again and reread all of the memories he'd recorded. It felt right to do, for some reason. A good moment of self-reflection, in his peaceful little spot, tucked away from everything and everyone, just... Existing. With no Calamitous Hollow to worry about, or obnoxious cars honking their way across the city, or Negaverse agents stealing starseeds and stomping on necks of Pages or whatever evil things they got up to.

Maybe something would come to him, if he read it all together. Of course, his life wasn't in chronological order, but maybe something would make sense. Something he should do to make his world just a bit better, some ritual he should perform. He'd figure it out. And if nothing came of it, at least he would have a good time.