Rosalina couldn't stomach this place. It was saddening to even be here.
To think that a piece of space could be so callously used as a dumping ground was depressing. But alas, it was better than the alternative: letting junk float freely through the universe. That would undoubtedly cause even more trouble.
Yes, keeping it all in one place was the lesser of two evils.
But it was still sad, watching rockets and glass and goodness knows what else float by on a lonely stream to nowhere. Broken and discarded, never to be used again. A starlit space full of old and dusty memories.
And that's how they will remain until the end of time. A useless pile that is constantly growing into an even bigger useless pile.
Being here made Rosalina feel like part of that pile. She typically avoided this place, yet whenever she had it in her sights, she would stare at it with a depressing sense of curiosity.
What would happen to her own Comet Observatory once she was no longer around to take care of it? Would it fall into the hands of someone as careful and caring as herself? Or would it be relegated to a futureless fare amidst a sea of space junk?
She sincerely hoped it would be the former.