"I'm Neptune!

.

When it comes to being a sibling, I rank elite triple-'S':

'S' stands for supremely shitty sister.

It's bad enough that I'm a deadbeat who's shiftless,

Who shirks her work to Nepgear and Historie.

But now let me confess just how I fecklessly transgressed

Against my own sis in HDN Victorie:

.

Three years we were captive in the Graveyard.

When she came through to rescue Purple Heart,

I promised Nepgear we would never be apart.

.

Three years in Ultradimension I was stranded,

Shall I mention the first thing I did after she landed?

Recklessly abandoned her with reckless abandon!

.

Three years leaving Nepgear there trapped,

Is what I'd have done if our places were swapped.

While all of that time, Plutia and I just napped!

.

Now that's what I call a 'good ending',

And I've the gall to never make amending,

Not even the smallest little souvenir.

But that's not all for my dear Nepgear.

Here's something I can't blame on

That ending not being canon:

.

I sigh, 'she's the apple of my eye',

But I lie, 'cause I just stood aside

And watched it, didn't even try

To stop it, let her get violated by—

Might I say, vio-let-ted by—

Iris Heart, oh my!

.

(How lewd!)

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And then I'd have the deluded attitude

To conclude she's describable as unreliable.

Maybe I'd see clearer if I peered in the mirror

That's kept at the head of the bed where I'd have slept

With the one who defiled the smile that I neglected to protect.

It's treason, then, I'd've connived

Against the very reason I'm still alive, all while I'd've

Let her languish in anguish for years and dismissed her

Like I hadn't missed her. After all, she's merely my sister!

.

I didn't defend her from Iris back then... but I could have.

I didn't strand her in Plutia's dimension... but I would have.

The Conquest end didn't happen... but it should have.

.

I'm Neptune!"

Noire concluded. Neptune was struck speechless. All that was left was the chirping of distant birds and the pounding of Noire's own heart. Was it finally over? Was this victory? At what cost? What was this unsettling feeling? Noire caught a glimpse of a pair of figures at the edge of her vision, turned—