Well, it did not take someone who was reincarnated, a Recurrence, to understand that Grey was uncomfortable with being on the Heart of the Earth.

Seraphi was never very creative when it came to names. This is more like… A nerve ending, or center? Or maybe a cut, spewing blood? Eww.

Jupiter looked to her friend… And felt sad. I can guess why they hate this place, she thought as she watched Grey underneath her lashes. Her friend, her first friend in this life, was walking, back hunched, their curious bipedal stride slightly strained. By both their injuries and the sheer nerves she could feel running through her friend. They swiveled their head about like a spooked bird that had just encountered a snake. Their dark eyes were dark in the tropical night, even with the light of the almost full moon. Their broken fingertips, bound as well as Jupiter could before they reached Seraphi's secret facility, were tight on their thighs. Constantly fidgeting on the belt they wore around their otherwise naked body. I wonder if they have clothes traditionally, or was that something else humans of Orous took away?

Jupiter knew she could ask Grey to bear the pain and anger and sadness that was coming off the sentient being in front of her. But she wasn't sure if she was ready. Learning what she had from the files before she had fallen asleep had been overwhelming, and devastating.

There was so much to fix.

I don't think I can change it in one lifetime.

Jupiter had tentatively thought that once she was done, she would not continue beyond the natural span of her life. Humans could live nearly four-hundred years if they were careful of any diseases, and took care of their organs with the medical care available to Entitleds, even without Regne-X. Jupiter had thought it would be a good point to stop- to ease herself into the ether of the Verse once again. Let herself go again and remake herself as a new person as she had when she had been reborn or recurred as Jupiter.

Living long had destroyed Seraphi.

She did not want it to destroy herself in this life.

But to change the Verse would take decades, if not centuries, and if not millennia. And she could not do that if she was constantly remaking herself as well. If she came back again. She had been lucky to become Jupiter. She had been lucky to come back in only two hundred years. If she made as much change as she could, someone else could stand and tear down what she had done. I could do it myself, if I come back just a little wrong, step back into Seraphi just a little more. And even if it wasn't solely on her shoulders to change the Verse, Jupiter knew for the sake of the lifeforms across the multiverse that were chained to service her species with their lives, their bodies, their everything… She would have to try.

I will give my life, my body, my everything to destroy what was built to oppress the people the Humans of Orous have conquered.

She would at the very least set in motion what needed to be done to ensure if she died, she would not leave the mess to her next self again. Or at least not so much of a mess.

For what Seraphi had tried to change and died for.

For Grey, and all the other sentient creatures like them that had no choice or the illusion of choice and who died to uphold the Entitled choke-hold on the Verse.

For her Mama and cousins and grandfather and the people like them that were being raised to die.

And for herself, because she would be better than who she been.