Val showed up on Grant's moon and crossed her arms. "It's been a while, Grant."
Grant raised an eyebrow. "So...you finally remember, I assume?"
"I spent so long being weak, afraid, and isolated without any memory... All because of her," Val sighed. "And now... We flipped the table. Now Teresa can't cause any trouble while I am free at last. And now that I'm free, I have a request."
Grant raised an eyebrow. "And that would be...?"
Val glanced at the stars. "I want to move my planet. I've already got one set of approvals, but according to the rules, I have to ask you... I have connected so deeply with earth... But I can't abandon Rybrospo either. I need to move my planet. And my people keep getting caught in attacks that you do nothing to stop... I'm sorry, Grant, but I can't let you rule over a galaxy I'm part of. When I've been on earth, I've seen that Apollo goes further for his people than you have. I don't know why you don't, but... Grant, I really need to leave. I appreciate the time you let me stay, but that can't change."
Grant crossed his arms. "And what is Rybrospo supposed to do without my central moon, Amza?"
Val shrugged, smiling. "Things change, Grant. Now we'll have a 'central sun.' And if you couldn't tell, I'm pretty good with change."
"You know what the rules say if your leader disapproves?" Grant asked, crossing his arms.
Val crossed her arms and sighed. "I do... But why would you?"
Grant sighed and began pacing slowly. "First of all, Stella destroyed Elysia... Teresa almost destroyed an entire people group that wasn't living on Rybrospo... And you...you're the most dangerous guardian in my galaxy, and if you've really retained your memories, you remember why. If I can't handle you, do you imagine Apollo will tolerate you?"
Val narrowed her eyes and counted on her fingers. "A Prime was attacked, so Stella stopped what had been thousands upon thousands of years of attacks and violence from the Empire; Teresa was crazy and has been dealt with, as you well remember; and I might be dangerous, but if I'm so bad, shouldn't you give me over to someone more capable than yourself? You said you couldn't handle me, so you proved my point. And if you really think we're such a problem, then let go of your lock over my planet before I make you."
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! Don't make me use planetary confinement on you, Valentina... Because you know I will," Grant threatened.
"I have friends and family on earth and if you don't let me go..." Val trailed off and popped her knuckles, causing a loud boom. "I will make you."
"You wouldn't," Grant shrugged. "Not buying it."
Val made his favorite vase fall into a portal to exile. "This rule is stupid. No other planet guardian would lock every planet in their galaxy. Stop being a tyrant and let me go... Now."
"My vase! This is too far-" Grant began.
Lane appeared and laughed. "Look at you two, all fighty fighty..."
Grant sighed. "Hello, Lane.
"I vote letting Rybrospo leave," Lane added. "And it's gonna happen. I saw it already. Stop being so stubborn and embrace the change."
Grant huffed and released his hold over it. "Just go..."
"Haha, joke's on you! I didn't see a vision where that happened. Told you that would work, V," Lane laughed, highfiving Val.
Val smiled. "Good doing business with you guys."
She hugged Lane then disappeared along with Rybrospo to Apollo's galaxy...
