So much had taken his brother away from him. Wiseman. The Evil Black Crystal. Now Sailor Moon. The woman Demande spent hours trying to capture. Winning her love had become as much an obsession for him as had been their boyish antics and games growing up.

Jealousy roiled through Saphir as he listened to Demande obsess over her again, wondering if his brother ever remembered the days they'd spent together as children in fields of flowers. So few grew on Nemesis that it was a treat they'd found any at all.

Would he ever remember the promises they'd made to each other in that field? To fill Nemesis with such beauty.

Was his death what it would take, Saphir thought, as he lay, in his final moments?

The sorrow in his brother's eyes told him more than any words.