Between The Threads of Time

by islandofhopex

Sailor Pluto reflects on her life at the gate. It's probably not the smartest thing for a person with such a melancholic life to do, but in silence, there's only so much you can avoid. Some unrequited Setsuna/Endymion.

She is no one. That is her duty.

He passes on, and she wants to hate him—hate him for leaving her to suffer from such a curse alone, but she can't. He is no one either. He's not allowed to get attached to her.

She is the guardian. The gate is all she'll ever see.

The prince comes to see her for no reason other than to give her company. They talk of nothing and everything, and it's one of the best days of her life. Therefore, she can never see him again.

She is chained by her own powers. Childish matters of the heart are out of the question.

In a fit of irony, the pink-haired girl befriends her. She just sits there some days, playing games with her for hours, and it's so simple, it's perfect. Then a black moon appears on her head. The guardian knew she shouldn't have gotten attached.

She is free. It is tragedy that frees her.

Death is peace. Death means never being bound by her duty again. Death lets her go, away from the pain she'd had to try so hard to ignore.

But she comes back. She is still no one. That is her duty.