A sigh manages to escape my lips. I'm alone again. Always alone.
Falling to my knees, a tear gets out, probably triggered by the sigh. All of the others have... someone! Anyone. And here I am. Always, eternally alone, surrounded by nothing. The only thing to pass the time is wallowing in self pity. Even if I did meet someone, they wouldn't be Pure, like a Senshi, would they?
The Purity Complex. It worked with Fate to keep the Senshi in power. If a Senshi ever loved someone that wasn't Pure... well, they wouldn't in the first place.
There was only ever found one Pure person found who was not a Senshi. Endymion. And Selenity had taken that one.
I can't blame anyone. And I don't; not even myself. But each of the other Senshi has... at least someone. And I am alone.




Pluto, Senshi of Time.