It was calm, after the war, without Lotor’s manic episodes and the constant threat of attack, without all the moral complications that came along with every single choice made. The peace was more than welcome.

She had a place to stay now, a real home that wasn’t travelling by the lightyear and equipped with guns of all shapes and sizes. Now, there was Altea, new home for most of the non-terrestrial races that had played part in the fight or were simply displaced. Earth was a lot more of a project to rebuild, and it was already so populated. New Altea was fresh, clean; and while it was taking time and effort from all to create all that which a large society needed for comfortable living, things were going perfectly well. There were many moments of respite, time to just relax with Zethrid or Acxa or make new friends. There was time to be more or less alone.

Especially given that this new Altea wasn’t built upon yet, there were plenty of frields and landscapes to enjoy not so far from civilization. And Ezor found herself there often, whether with people or just alone. Today, she found herself back there, accompanied but not distracted with conversation. She had a sense of guilt and awe about it all. Of course, she hadn’t been alive back when the Lions were built or when the Entity corrupted Zarkon or when the war exploded universe-wide. But she’d contributed. And for some time she’d fought on the wrong side. The side that was responsible for all the carnage more or less unprompted.

“I can’t believe we destroyed this place.”

In Ezor’s eyes, it was just impossible. Entity or no, it was unfathomable to her that Altea had been fully destroyed, broken in half by its planet’s core from a Galra attack. She’d helped take over planets, she’d sapped quintessence, she’d drained resources but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that everything in front of her had been lost to time and it might’ve stayed that way if she hadn’t decided to go against the Empire.