Chapter Twenty-One

Michiru pulled away from the canvas with a startled frown. She'd only just realised, but rather than the bright, cheerful shades that she normally favoured, the painting in front of her was a morass of dark purples, greens, and reds, all of them set in a florid expanse of jet black that sent a shiver through her. Yet even more striking than the colours were the shapes. As an artist, she knew well enough that there were certain shapes, certain lines and curves that combined just right to stir up unease and inspire fear. Those shapes, those lines and curves, were all over the canvas in front of her, the painting ruled by an eerie geometry that made it hard just to look at.

Was it strange then that looking at the painting more closely, she couldn't help but be reminded just a little – or perhaps a great deal – of Saturn and Pluto.

Swallowing thickly and shivering again despite the warmth of the room, Michiru turned away from the painting. If anything, she felt even more uncomfortable with her back to the canvas. It was like she could feel eyes boring into her back, eyes that held all the weight of countless centuries in their gaze. As quickly as she could, she reached for a cloth and threw it over the still drying canvas and then half-ran, half-stumbled out of the room. Pressing her back against the door, she locked it behind her and it was only then that some of her unease began to slip away.

Still breathing a little more quickly than she'd like, she forced herself to calm down and take several deep breaths as she listened keenly to the comforting sounds of the house. There was the dishwasher going in the kitchen and the dryer in the laundry roomer. Listening to those sounds she felt a little calmer. Listening again, she picked out the sounds of someone in the garage and she could easily picture Haruka there hunkered underneath her car tinkering with its insides. A soft smile crossed her lips. The sunlight coming through the window closest to her was a faded gold, the colour telling her that it was already late afternoon. Haruka could probably use an afternoon snack and she could definitely use someone to talk to.

Humming quietly to herself – it helped to keep the silence at bay, and the silence had only grown since Setsuna took Hotaru to the Gates – Michiru got a few snacks together along with a couple of drinks and carried all of it into the garage on a tray. Sure enough, Haruka was there, her feet poking out from underneath her car. Michiru had hardly taken a step inside though, when the blonde let loose a fairly impressive string of curses as she fumbled for one of the wrenches that had fallen just out of her reach.

"Damn it!" Haruka growled, one hand pawing around for that wrench. "Where did that stupid wrench go?"

Michiru shook her head slowly and smiled. The intelligent thing to do would have been for Haruka to get out from underneath the car so she could actually see the wrench, but the blonde had always been a little too stubborn for that. Grinning to herself and careful to make as little noise as possible, Michiru set the tray of snacks and drinks down on one of the tables and then reached over for the wrench and put it into Haruka's hand.

"Hey, there it is! That was easy – ouch!" Haruka cursed as she jerked up in surprise, hitting her head on the bottom of the car. "Damn it, Michiru, don't scare me like that."

Michiru chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, Haruka, but you just sounded so frustrated looking for that wrench."

Haruka made a disgusted sound and pushed herself out from underneath the car. Her face and upper body were covered with dark smudges and there was a particularly large smudge where her forehead had come into contact with the bottom of the car. "Yeah, yeah. How many times have I told you not to surprise me when I'm under there?" She rubbed at her forehead. "Damn, that really stings."

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" Michiru offered before she realised just how grimy Haruka's forehead was. "Actually, how about I just wipe it clean?" As she reached for a cloth to wipe the grime away, she shot Haruka a teasing look. "Besides, what have I told you about swearing, Haruka? That last string of expletives was particularly impressive, even for you."

Haruka had the decency to look embarrassed as she took the cloth from Michiru and finished wiping her face clean. Looking around she caught sight of the snacks and drinks and she grinned widely. "Have I told you lately how much I love you, Michiru?"

Michiru followed Haruka's gaze and giggled. "Every day, Haruka, but you can say it more often if you like. I don't mind."

The two of them pulled up a pair of chairs and sat at the table. As Haruka reached for a sandwich, Michiru watched her carefully. She knew her lover very well and although Haruka didn't look particularly agitated on the outside, there was a tightness in her shoulders that wasn't normally there. Besides, Haruka had a habit of working on her car whenever something bothered her. Still, she knew better than to just come out and ask Haruka what was bothering her. Dealing with the other woman had always required a certain kind of finesse.

"Is there something wrong with the car?" Michiru asked softly.

Haruka scowled and bit her lip. "The stupid thing's been playing up. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but every time I start it, it just doesn't sound right." The blonde put her sandwich down and stomped over to the car and for a second, Michiru thought that Haruka might actually kick it. "I looked at everything and I still can't work out what's going on."

Michiru waved Haruka back over. "Oh? I thought the car sounded just fine when I took it out yesterday."

Haruka frowned. "Yeah, well, it's not fine." She clenched one hand. "And no matter how hard I try, I can't get it to work the way it's supposed to."

Michiru sighed. "Haruka, are you sure it's the car you're angry with?"

Haruka's eyes widened for a moment before she folded her arms over her chest. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Haruka, I know you." Michiru stood and tugged Haruka's arms away from her body, replacing them with her own as she pulled the other woman close. "You always come down here when you're mad."

"How is it that you always see right through me?" Haruka murmured with a mixture of exasperation and appreciation.

"Well," Michiru said as she pulled away and led Haruka back to the table. "I am the sensitive one."

Haruka slumped back into her chair and reached across the table for one of Michiru's hands. "It's just… this whole thing with Saturn makes me so angry, and the worst part is that I don't even know whom I should be angry at. You know, when Setsuna first started explaining things, I really wanted to punch her in the face, but the more I think about it, the more I start wondering if maybe I wouldn't have done exactly what she did." She bit her lip. "And damn it, I want to punch Saturn in the face too, but she's Hotaru too isn't she, well, sort of, and somehow I don't think she'd take it too well."

"No, I wouldn't recommend punching Saturn in the face," Michiru murmured softly. "I doubt she'd appreciate the sentiment." She frowned. "But I do understand what you mean. I… I've been painting since Setsuna took Hotaru to the Gates and… well… you know how I try to paint what I feel." She swallowed thickly. "I don't think I want to even look at what I painted again."

"That bad, huh?" Haruka took a sip of juice and plonked her glass back onto the table. "It just seems so unfair. How much longer do we have to carry the weight of the past, Michiru? What are we even fighting for? Damn it, it seems like very time we beat an enemy, another one just pops up that's twice as bad." She lowered her gaze to the table and when she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. "What's the damn point?"

Michiru closed her eyes. So there it was, right out in the open. "I… I'm not sure what to say. But you're right. It isn't fair, it isn't fair at all and maybe that's why Setsuna didn't say anything." She opened her eyes and reached across the table to tilt Haruka's chin up. "Think about how old Setsuna is, Haruka. Think about all the things she's seen. She's seen the Lunar Empire fall and I don't even want to think about how many senshi she's seen die. All those years and she must have seen the dangers come, unable to do anything but plan and hope that things would turn out okay." She shivered. "I don't know how she got through it, but maybe she was hoping that she could finally change things, that maybe, just once, she could get everything right. Maybe for her, that was the point of it all." She chuckled mirthlessly. "Still, if were her, I'd have gone insane a long time ago."

Haruka winced. "Way to make me feel guilty, Michiru."

The aqua haired woman stroked Haruka's cheek. "You know that's not how I meant it."

Haruka nodded. "I can see your point though. Maybe all we really can do is to keep on fighting and hoping that maybe we've fought enough." She shook her head slowly. "But no wonder, Sestsuna didn't want to get too close to any of us at first. I know if I'd lost you, I'd…" she trailed off, eyes distant. "And if something happened to the others, well, I'm not sure how well I'd deal with that. To have that happen again and again…"

They ate in silence for a few more minutes before Michiru spoke again. "You know, I've been thinking about Saturn too. We've all been saying that Hotaru isn't anything like her, but maybe we're wrong."

"Wrong? How exactly do you think we're wrong?" Haruka growled. "Last time I checked, Hotaru wasn't planning on committing genocide."

Michiru winced. Haruka bluntness could be endearing, but there were times when it was, well, a little too blunt. "That's not what I mean. I mean, I know she and Hotaru aren't exactly the same, but how would Hotaru have turned out if she didn't have anybody like us?" Michiru asked. "What if she lost everything she loved and she had no one but herself, what sort of person would Hotaru be?"

Haruka's mouth firmed into a thin line. "I know she wouldn't end up like Saturn."

"Do you really?" Michiru asked. "I'm not so sure."

"Hold on a second," Haruka said as she glared across the table. "Don't tell me you think that Hotaru is some kind of psychopath!"

Michiru frowned. "Of course not. But I think that, given the right circumstances, any one of us senshi would be capable of doing unpleasant things." She narrowed her eyes. "If someone killed me, Haruka, what would you do?"

"I'd find them and…" Haruka spat before she trailed off and sighed. "Fine. I get it. Just… did you have to put it like that?"

"I don't know what happened to Saturn, Haruka, maybe only Pluto does, but if she really were just some psychopath, I don't think she'd have stopped when she had the chance to kill you, and I certainly don't think she'd have listened to Pluto." Michiru studied the surface of the table. The varnish had begun to wear away on one side. "I'd like to believe that Saturn had a reason for what she did. I don't know what kind of reason could justify killing an entire planet, but if she's a part of Hotaru, then I have to believe that there's good in her, that she's more than just a killer."

"So what now?" Haruka asked softly.

Michiru poured herself another cup of juice. "We wait. We wait and we hope that Setsuna is right about what she's doing." Her lips curled into a smile. "If it turns out that Setsuna's plan is wrong, then I suppose you could punch her the face."

Haruka chuckled. "And if it works?"

"Well, I suppose you could just yell at her," Michiru said.

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Pluto watched as Saturn knelt in front of the Gates, her eyes wide and unseeing. She reached out with her power and then gasped. Even though Saturn wasn't moving, her power was there and growing. It wasn't enough to be dangerous, at least not yet, but it was more than enough to set the hairs on the back of her neck on end. Whatever Saturn was remembering, it couldn't be pleasant.

Turning away to regain her composure, Pluto watched the mists shifting around them. Unlike the others who stepped into this realm, the mists hid very little from her. In fact, what they hid was more often than not a reaction to her will, a courtesy of sorts from the Gates that were bound to her mind and desires as much as she was bound to them.

In the depths of the mists she saw a tall spire of weathered rock and a rueful smile cross her face. How fitting that she would think of that place at a time likes this. After all, it was at that very place that she'd first begun to truly understand Saturn, to realise what it was that drove the other woman.

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"Why have we not departed from Mars?" Serenity asked. "Is there a problem with the engines?"

Mars shook her head. "The engines are fine, Your Majesty. However, some of our scanners have detected demonic activity on the surface of Mars." The senshi's lips pulled back into a snarl and Serenity felt a familiar quiver run through. What wonderful ferocity. "They appear to have set up some kind of fortification near the capital." She glanced at Serenity. "I would like to request permission to divert forces to engage it."

Serenity frowned faintly. The thought of those abominations settling anywhere in her empire was distasteful in the extreme. However, the outer planets were still under demonic control. "Can we bombard their fortifications from orbit, Mars? I would like to see the outer planets cleared as quickly as possible."

"No," Mars replied. "Our scans indicate that the level of power required to assure the destruction of their fortifications would probably level the capital, as well." She paused. "I would recommend deploying a team to set up a series of containment field assisted explosives around the demonic fortifications."

"I see." Normally, Serenity would not have hesitated to order the bombardment anyway. After all, cities could be rebuilt. Unfortunately, Mars was the centre of the Empire's military might so simply levelling the planet's capital city was out of the question. "Very well, Mars. You have permission to deploy a team to –"

"I will go."

The sheer daring of the words – no one ever interrupted Serenity – had everyone on the command deck looking for the person who'd spoken. It was Saturn.

"I gave my word that I would deal with the demons," Saturn said simply. Her eyes hardened and almost everyone on the command deck flinched away. "Besides, I find myself curious to see how these creatures fare in hand-to-hand combat."

Serenity took a moment to consider her decision. As things stood, she still needed Saturn, so if the other woman wanted to take a little jaunt down to the surface, Serenity would let her. Besides, it was hardly likely that Saturn would get injured. "Very well," Serenity said. "Mars, organise a team." She glanced at Pluto. "I want you heading the team, Mars. Pluto, go with them." The rest of her command went unspoken: watch Saturn.

An hour later, Pluto found herself on the surface of Mars along with Mars and her retinue of elite warriors. As always the green haired senshi found the surface of the planet to be a thing of beauty. There were great dunes of rust coloured sand in all directions, the harsh wind sweeping them into a red-brown sea that seemed to go on forever. Above her, the sky was a vast expanse of black, studded her and there by the twinkling of stars and the closer, brighter lights of the Fleet in orbit around Mars.

"The demonic fortification should be over the next set of dunes," Mars said, her voice raised to carry over the wind. "We should get moving."

The group quickly made their way over the next set of dunes and Pluto frowned as she took in the demonic fortification. It was an abomination, a quagmire of twisted, puce coloured stone and pulsing, unnatural flesh built into one of the rocky ridges overlooking the capital city. A shudder ran through the structure and Pluto's eyes narrowed. Several demons had emerged from the structure. They were tall, ungainly things, perhaps fifteen or so feet in height, with horns and leathery bat-like wings. Their skin was a hideous mix of black and grey and puce and their jagged claws were covered in old gore.

"This will complicate things," Pluto murmured.

Mars nodded. They'd brought high-powered explosives with them and the plan had been to rig them up around the demonic fortifications creating a very powerful, but very localised, blast.

"What now?" Pluto asked.

"We won't be able to sneak past if they stay out there." Mars frowned. Although she had no doubt that she and Pluto could handle the demons currently present, there was no telling how many more might emerge from the fortifications if they were discovered. "We need to move quickly. We'll split the explosives up amongst our group and get a distraction going. While those demons are distracted, the group can get all of the explosives into place at once. That way, it won't matter how many more demons might be inside those fortifications – we can just trigger the explosives and take them all out at once."

Pluto nodded. "That seems like a solid plan." She turned to study the rest of their group. "I'm assuming you and I will be the distractions, Mars."

Mars smiled coldly. "Of course, Pluto. I've been waiting some time to kill these things with my own hands."

"And what of me?" Saturn asked, speaking for the first time.

Mars stared at her for a moment. "You can help make a distraction." Her eyes narrowed. "I imagine you'll get their attention just fine."

Saturn's eyes glittered darkly. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

The group took a few more moments to divvy up the explosives before the Mars and Pluto sprang up from behind the dunes. The demons saw them almost instantly and Pluto shuddered as the creatures took to the air and dove toward her and Mars. Mars growled low in her throat and Pluto felt a wave of heat roll off the other woman before a jet of flame lanced up toward the closest of the demons. The creature barely managed to scream before its entire body dissolved into a cloud of flame, its fellows doing their best to bank away lest they be caught in the blast.

"What are you waiting for, Pluto?" Mars snarled, eyes flashing with bloodlust. "Attack them already."

Pluto nodded and let loose a blast of her own power, the attack catching one demon on the wing and sending it tumbling to the ground before a second blast finished it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the rest of the group moving into position and she could only hope that the demons would stay focused on her and Mars.

However, it was not to be. One of the demons saw one of Mars' warriors planting some of the explosives and changed direction, dodging a stream of Mars' fire as it closed in on the warrior. And then Saturn was there. Yet, to Pluto's amazement, the other woman wasn't carrying the Silence Glaive, nor was she making any attempt to use her powers to knock the demon out of the air. Instead, as the demon drew closer, Saturn simply stood there, her expression unchanging.

With a howl, the demon struck out, its claws flashing toward Saturn's chest. At the last instant, Saturn moved aside, and as the demon swept past, she reached out and drove one hand up into one of the demon's leathery wings. The demon screeched and smashed into the ground as the blow tore the wing almost in half. Still screeching, it struggled to rise, but Saturn was already there. Calmly, Saturn drove one fist into its chest and despite the distance between them, Pluto actually heard the sickly wet crunch as the demon's chest practically exploded.

"Well," Saturn murmured to the warrior still in the midst of planting his share of the explosives. "Are you going to finish doing that or not?"

The sounds of battle soon drew more demons out of the fortifications and soon Pluto and Mars found themselves being pushed back by sheer numbers. Only Saturn held firm as she, quite literally, tore her way through any of the demons foolish enough to come within reach. There was something truly horrific in how easily the dark haired woman dispatched her enemies, and Pluto almost found herself pitying the demons as Saturn pulverised another one of them with her bare hands.

"Are the explosives in position yet?" Pluto shouted as she ducked the swipe of a claw and fired at the demon closest to her. The demon went down screaming as her power reduced it to little more than dust, its flesh aged countless centuries in the blink of an eye.

Mars shouted into her communicator and then nodded. "Everything is in position now." She waved at the others. "Fall back, I'm setting off the explosives."

The instant the group was out of the blast area, Mars triggered the explosives. A shimmering blue containment field flared to life and the demons clawed wildly at the barrier before the explosives detonated. The dunes around them rippled from the force of the explosion as the containment field struggled to contain the white-hot storm of molten plasma. Pluto watched it all dispassionately as she recalled just how this particular kind of weapon had come about. The containment field was supposed to limit the collateral damage of the explosives, to make them more precise, or at least, that's what the citizenry of the Empire had been told. However, that wasn't why Serenity had ultimately approved them. No, the reason was something far less benevolent. Testing had showed that by containing the explosive force into a smaller area, the containment field effectively amplified the power of the explosives. It was, overall, quite an elegant solution to the problem of having to build bigger and bigger explosives.

With the demonic fortifications little more than a pile of slag, it was a relatively simple affair for the group to pick off the few demons that had managed to escape the blast. Mars took a few minutes to scan the area, just to ensure that everything was dead, before she turned to the others.

"Now that we've dealt with that, we should return to the Fleet."

"One moment," Saturn said and Pluto followed her gaze over to a tall spire of jagged rock that rose in the distance. "What is that?"

"That?" Mars asked. "You mean that rock?" Saturn nodded. "They call it the Sword of Vulcan."

"Why do they call it that?" Saturn asked.

Mars seemed a little unnerved at Saturn's curiosity but replied, "They say that after the God of War created the people of Mars, he cast his sword down onto the surface of the planet so that we would always remember and honour our origins."

"I see." Saturn's gaze remained fixed on the rock spire. "I want to go there."

"Her Majesty expects us back as soon as we've completed our mission," Mars said.

Pluto shot Mars a warning look. "I'm sure Her Majesty will understand if Saturn wishes to visit the Sword of Vulcan." She glanced at Saturn. "I'm sure it won't take long."

Saturn turned and met her gaze. "No, it won't take long."

"I see." Mars nodded slowly. "Very well then, Pluto. I leave this to you. Don't take too long."

Pluto nodded and let her power envelop her and Saturn. A moment later, they were on a ledge halfway up the Sword of Vulcan, looking down at the sea of rust coloured sand.

"Why didn't you use your powers back there?" Pluto asked softly as Saturn knelt down and placed one hand on the cold stone.

Saturn pressed her palm flat against the rock. "Like I said, I wanted to know how the demons would fare in hand-to-hand combat." Her eyes glittered coldly. "I wanted them to know what it was to be afraid."

"I see." Pluto cast her gaze toward the horizon. "Why did you want to come up here?"

Saturn's eyes drifted shut. "When I was younger, I was raised by my master, the one who taught me how to fight."

"Was he a Martian?" Pluto asked quietly.

"No." Saturn stood and stared down at the desert below them. "No, he wasn't. Still, it's strange, but despite all the years I knew him, it was only at the end, when there was so little time left, that I truly understood him, that I truly grasped what made him who he was." She paused and studied her hands, which were covered in gore. "Are you familiar with the Martian practice under which Martians receive their name only after they've made their first kill? Those who fail to earn a name are generally abandoned."

Pluto nodded slowly. "Yes, but that practice was discontinued several hundred years ago after the Outer Insurrection."

"Out Insurrection?" Saturn asked.

"Several hundred years ago," Pluto explained, "A large contingent from the Outer Planets rebelled. Mars was forced to do much of the fighting and in the battles that followed many Martians were killed. The policy that you're talking about was repealed in order to ensure the speedy repopulation of Mars."

Saturn's lips twitched. "How interesting." She lifted her eyes to the sky. "My master's wife was a Martian and her heart was too gentle to let her kill, so she went nameless. She would have died, but on a mission here for the Royal Family of Saturn, my master met her. For whatever reason, he took her in and, somehow, got her back to Saturn. I don't know exactly what happened, but eventually he came to love her. They ended up marrying and when they had their first child, he decided to leave the service of the Royal Family." Saturn's eyes narrowed. "But he knew too much, too much to just be allowed to leave. They tried to dispose of him, but he wasn't an easy man to kill. The same, however, could not be said of his family. They died and he lived and he never forgave them for that." She glanced back at the rock beneath their feet. "This place was where my master met that woman, this was where everything began, at least for him."

Pluto nodded slowly.

"Tell me, Pluto, do you believe that it is the past that defines us, that it is the past that makes us who we are?" Saturn murmured. "Did my master ever have a choice?" And then, barely audible, "Did I?"

For a long moment, Pluto said nothing. Had the question come from anyone else, she'd have dismissed it as mere whimsy, yet there was something in Saturn's voice, a softness, perhaps, that she'd never heard before, along with a strange, almost child-like sense of wondering. She could tell that this question, as strange as it seemed, was somehow very important to Saturn.

"To be honest," Pluto said slowly, "I don't know for sure." She stared straight ahead almost afraid to look at Saturn, yet she couldn't quite stop herself and so she saw that Saturn's eyes were closed and that the other woman was listening carefully. "But I would like to believe that we are more than what the past makes us, that it is not our past that defines us."

"Then what?" Saturn asked. "What is it that makes us who we are?"

Pluto smiled softly, sadly. "The past may be set in stone, Saturn, but that doesn't mean that the future is too. I believe that we can choose to be more than what our pasts would have us be, that as much as our pasts may shape us and mould us, they do not define us." She sighed and then pressed on. "I was trained by a monster, Saturn, by someone who raised me for the specific purpose of taking over the mantle of Pluto." Her smile turned bitter. "It is a difficult thing, Saturn, to do what I have to do, to watch over the Gates endlessly, year after year after year. And yet, when the time came for me to pass on my burden, I found that I could not. I could not – would not – inflict my suffering on anyone else." It was strange, Pluto thought, how easy it was to tell Saturn this. Perhaps it was because Saturn, of all the people she'd met, could understand what a burden power could be, what a terrible thing it could be. "So, no, I don't think that we are our pasts or that past defines us. We can choose, even if sometimes the choice is so hard to make that we can barely bring ourselves to do it." Unbidden a memory flashed through her mind, of another princess of Pluto who'd had the chance she'd never had, the change to grow up without the burden of the Gates on her shoulders.

Saturn shifted, her profile lit in the dim light of the Martian sunset. "Choose? I wonder about that, Pluto. I wonder if there was every any choice for someone like me." Her eyes flashed with ancient anger. "Or perhaps, I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe choices have defined me, but I wonder how many of them were mine and how much my choices ever mattered." She turned. "We should go. I don't think I can stay here any longer and I still have business with the demons on the outer planets."

"Wait!" Pluto said. "Your master… do you think the choices he made were the right ones? Do you think the choices you made were the right ones?"

Saturn stopped and for a moment Pluto was afraid that she'd gone too far, but the look on Saturn's face wasn't angry so much as sad. "Were they the right choices?" Saturn murmured before she looked back at Pluto, her eyes as old as forever. "You should know by now, Pluto, that sometimes there are no right choices."

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Author's Notes

As always, I neither own Sailor Moon, nor am I making a dime off this.

So, first of all, my apologies for the delay, which while not particularly long (by my, at times, lackadaisical standards) was still longer than I'd like. I've had things to deal with recently that have taken priority over writing this. However, I must confess that I have had a draft of this chapter sitting on my computer for about a week.

Anyway, this chapter was a little different from the others set in the past, with less emphasis on action and a little more emphasis on dialogue. Hopefully that turned out reasonably well. With regards to the actual content of the chapter (i.e., the subject matter), it's something that I've thought about for a while. Just how much are the senshi similar to their previous selves? Even if they have the same souls, those souls haven't been through the same experiences and that, I think, is bound to lead to some differences. At the same time, however, is there such a thing as destiny, or do we still have the power to choose what sort of person we become? I don't know the answer, and really, I doubt anybody does, but it's something that I think is central to this story and to Sailor Moon (this is definitely something that pops up in the live-action version of Sailor Moon, which is something I liked a lot). But even if there are choices, that doesn't mean that they're easy ones to make, or even that there are any good choices. Sometimes it's just a matter of making the choice that is the least bad – just ask Pluto.

As always, I appreciate your feedback. Reviews and comments are welcome.