Seeing him alive?
That. That was a development.
Well, more alive than he would have been reincarnated. Dead and reincarnated was still dead. In a sense. Bacchus tried not to think too long about the implications of the number of people being reincarnated on Earth. Or what could happen should too many of them remember too much about him. Though if he was honest with himself, which he wasn’t, even the slightest snatch of a memory was too much for his liking. At least none of the other senshi’s memories of him included what came after everything went dark. That was more of a mess than anyone wanted to hear.
Still, it was a bit more than he’d expected when he showed up on a planet in the hopes of finding fluffy glowing animals. He wasn’t complaining. Far from it. Didn’t mean he wanted to think about the centuries of s**t the other senshi’d been through. Or the piles of bodies that lay behind those centuries. Whatever this meeting would be, it would be better than whatever came before.
Noir Songbird
