He kept replaying the scene, trying to figure out what he could have done to change what had happened, but he just drew blanks. His head pounding, his body sluggish and sleepy, he knelt there in the debris and stared at the place where Nero should have been, feeling empty and useless in the sudden silence. The Archons had one more of his friends, and if all they needed were the Kings, then it was only West left before they could do whatever it was they were intending. He struggled to his feet, stumbling as he lost his balance, and staggered towards the crystal that oozed the miasma that had sapped them of their strength. Without it, would Nero have been able to defeat Iao without repercussions? Would his attack have done more? A rose came to his hand; he twirled it, forced in energy that nearly blinded him with pain, and stabbed the Rose Sword into the Archon's gemstone. Cracks spread across its surface and the purple mist dissipated, and Mamoru turned back towards the entrance, only to be met by West King and Helios.

Neither said a word. West put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Cardinal King put his hand atop it, keeping it in place. West wasn't going anywhere - he wouldn't let that happen. "Helios," he called, and the unisus glided down to the level of his eyes, white wings beating carefully. "Something is wrong with my powers; I know I can do more than I am doing, but something is in the way, choking off what I know I can do. We need to figure out what is blocking it and remove that block as quickly as we can. Are there further attacks?"

'Not at this time.' Helios replied, sounding exhausted, 'I'll keep my senses open and consider the problem with your powers; the moon will be rising soon, and once that happens I can research any potential causes in Elysion once Rin has gone to sleep; I'll go to him now to keep an eye out for -'

"You sound awful," Mamoru cut in, trying to drum up a sense of levity that had not been with them in days. The statement shocked Helios into silence, so he continued with the half a smile he could force, "That Archon - Iao - seemed to have been behind the attacks today, and, thanks to Nero, he won't be back again. When was the last time you slept? Last week? Go home, get some rest; you'll think clearer with some sleep. We'll handle the rest of it from here."

The unisus drooped, 'I did not mean to disappoint you -'

"Who said you did?" he interrupted again, quick to discount any issue on Helios's part. "You've done more than any of us have, worked harder than anyone here. You deserve a full night's rest. I need you at your best, Priest of Elysion," he said, the last like a tease. "Take a nap, we'll wake you when we get home."

Helios nodded, but added before he disappeared, 'Don't let me sleep past midnight; there's more I need to do before dawn.' With an affirmative nod, he disappeared, and it was just him and West.

As the shop's patrons stirred, they walked towards the door and detransformed; he was too exhausted to go jumping around the city, and apparently Khalid agreed. His cleats made a drumming sound as they walked, his practice clothes colder as dusk surrounded them, but he was too tired and numb to care about the discomfort beyond the notion that Nero had been wearing the same thing. They walked in silence to the nearest bus stop, boarded, and headed towards the arcade to collect Rin. "It wasn't your fault," Khalid stated quietly, and Mamoru nodded, though Iao's words about saving Earth's future from him never quite left the back of his mind. "I should have been there," he continued, and Mamoru shook his head.

"If you were, you may have been crushed or taken with him," he stated firmly. "They need you and your energy to summon something they called Demiurge; I don't know what these crystals have to do with anything, but that Archon, Iao, made it clear that you and the others were necessary for their plan, but I was not." He paused, swallowing, and did not meet Khalid's eyes as he continued. "He used me against Nero, Khalid. You can't let them do that to you; if this future they see is all that bad, then fight to save it, with or without me, okay? Don't let yourself get caught."

Khalid said nothing, but nodded. Mamoru didn't quite know if he believed the motion, but wondered if he could talk Khalid into disappearing into Elysion until they figured out what to do, just in case. He had fought alone in the beginning, and he'd rather fight that way in the end by choice, rather than through loss. He didn't think Khalid would agree, but maybe he could get Helios to agree and work with him to convince Kobai that it had to be done.

The bus rolled up to their stop and paused to let them off; they walked the short distance to Crown Arcade with its interior lighting spilling out onto the street as the sun finally fell below the horizon. He spotted her immediately, her blonde buns and pigtails easy to find even if she hadn't been bouncing up and down behind a driver's seat for a racing game. They entered to an electronic beep and she turned to the sound in a way that suggested she had been doing that for a while, and a smile broke across her face upon seeing him. His chest warmed against the bleakness it had been filled with as she hurried over and bounced into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she held him close. He returned her embrace, eyes closing for a moment as he let her warm weight settle on him, the familiar feel of her easing the loneliness inside him in an almost unfair way. When he let her go enough for her feet so slide to the floor, she turned to look at Khalid and he released his grasp completely. She looked to his other side and her demeanor changed for a second as the realization hit her, but she did not ask the question to be sure, probably for his benefit.

"How was it?" he asked.

She took his hand and led him over to the racing game, "He's pretty good, you know? Almost caught up to your score, Mamo-chan!" she said, though the cheerfulness of her tone was forced. She kept hold of his hand as she leaned over to smile at the kid in the driver's seat, "We had a good afternoon, didn't we, Rin?"

The young redhead grinned up at her, then turned his gaze to Mamoru and the smiled faded and he returned to the game.

"Where are your friends?" Khalid asked conversationally, looking casually around the arcade for signs of the "retired" sailor senshi.

Usagi replied, "They had to go; Ami-chan had some studying to do and Minako-chan complained that her mother would ground her for life if she wasn't home before sunset. It's been just Rin and me since then!"

"Thanks for watching him," Khalid replied, "Has he told you where he lives or where we can find his parents yet?"

"Rin?" Usagi prompted, "You can tell me, you know. It'll be okay - we can help you if something bad is happening, alright? You can count on us."

Rin kept playing the game, until he suddenly, deliberately, crashed the racecar into a digital guardrail. "It's time to go back to Mamoru's place now, isn't it?" he asked flatly, turning to take hold of Usagi's hand as he hopped down out of the driver's seat. He looked up at her, "I'd like to play with Minako-chan and Ami-chan again," he said, "Can we do that tomorrow?"

Usagi smiled wide, "Sure! I'd like that, too." She straightened, still holding his hand, and walked towards the exit. Rin grabbed his little backpack and slid it into place as they all walked through the door to another electronic beep. "Can I pick you up from school again tomorrow?" she asked, swinging his arm playfully. He appreciated that she made the offer, but now that it was just him and Khalid, the reason why she had to offer made him feel almost sick to his stomach.

The kid beamed up at her, "Okay!"

"See you tomorrow then!" Usagi enthused, releasing his hand at the corner. Rin looked up at her, then grabbed the straps of his backpack and waited to cross the street, Khalid stepping up to stand nearer to him. Usagi took a few steps back, towards her bus stop, and caught his hand in hers, the warmth spreading from her into him. She squeezed, he squeezed back. They didn't speak - they didn't need to. He didn't want to talk about it and she didn't need him to, but as her eyes filled with tears he held her. "I'm sorry," she whispered into him. He knew what she meant.

"I'll get them back," he said, his whispered voice cracking before he could stifle the emotion.

"I know you will," she said, then pushed back from him, brushing the back of her hand across her cheek. She cleared her throat and stepped back, "I'll tell you if Luna finds anything," she said, glancing towards the eastern horizon for moonrise.

"Thanks," he replied, adding, "If 'Archons' did not return anything, have her search for 'Demiurge' - their goal is to summon it, whatever it is." She nodded, worry etched in her features, and he looked up as a bus rumbled towards them. Kissing her on the top of her head, he whispered, "You'll miss your bus. I love you, stay safe."

She pulled on his jersey to kiss his mouth, the movement quick but sweet. "I love you, too. Take care, and tell me if anything happens, okay?" He nodded, and she picked up her school bag, turned, and hurried for the bus stop before the bus left her behind.

He turned back towards Khalid and Rin, just in time for the Shapeshifter to wheel out of the air towards them, insect-like wings beating, barbed elbow bared to strike. "KHALID!" he shouted, heart in his throat, adrenaline throwing him into motion. Khalid never hesitated; he bent down, scooped up the kid, and dashed off towards the park, away from the direction of his apartment, the weaponized body part of the pink-skinned enemy skimming just above where his head had been.

"Oh Little Red~" the sing-song voice of the shapeshifter called, her voice ringing above the street traffic as she swung up and followed them from above.

His head pulsed even before he called on his power to transform, the pyrite pendant shining briefly as the change overcame him, but as his feet hit the pavement in boots rather than cleats, his headache tripled in its discomfort. His run wobbled, but he pushed through the pain to follow after. He had to help them - he would help them, pain or no! He wasn't going to let them get Khalid or Rin, and he wasn't going to let himself black out trying! He covered the distance quickly, the powers of his transformation propelling him to run faster than he ever could hope to untransformed, and he caught up with Khalid and the kid quickly. He summoned a rose and threw it on the go, aiming for the monster that coasted easily above them; she dodged it, but he used that time to take the kid from Khalid and run ahead, allowing Khalid to transform without revealing who he was. They disappeared into the park, the pink creature still on them - or so he thought; his vision was filled with black and white spots, images that he tried to force away but was having less and less luck doing so.

West King caught up to them, his cape streaming out behind him as he ran. Tired as he may be, he jumped up, kicked off the trunk of a tree, and was airborne, his scimitar flashing as he yelled out a battle cry. Taking advantage of the surprise attack, Cardinal King stopped by one of the large construction tubes that kids liked to crawl through and deposited Rin into one, sure that the creature that stalked them would be too distracted to see. "Stay here!" he ordered as frightened red eyes stared out at him from the darkness within the tunnel, and he dashed off, heading for the playground to mask a more convincing hiding place. Panting, he turned in place, sending playground wood chips flying into the plastic playset behind him, and summoned another rose as West King fell from the sky, just barely missing another strike from the creature. He sent the projectile flying as he turned, trying to pinpoint any other movement - any sign of backup for their enemy. He now knew there were at least four of them - but, for the moment, it seemed the pink one was alone.

West King appeared at his side, breathing heavier than he normally would, scimitar still drawn, a red line of blood across the blade. Good. They bled. "Leave now," Khalid called up in challenge, his shoulders rising and falling hard with the effort, "And you'll leave with your life."

He readied another rose to make the point, backing West's attempt to scare it off.

"Same to you!" the voice called back, the pink skinned female figure in the revealing outfit floating above them. She shrugged exaggeratedly so they could see it from the distance between them, "I couldn't care less about you - hand over the redhead and I won't have to kill you, simple as that!"

"Why do you want him?!" Mamoru yelled up, making the effort to breathe evenly, concentrating on the notion of pulling energy from the planet beneath his feet, just as he had less than a week ago, but it still felt like he was pulling on a string rather than letting the energy flood into him. The world spun dizzyingly, his head felt like something cold and sharp was pushing through it, and his muscles ached with exhaustion. They weren't prepared for this fight; they couldn't afford this fight, but if they could keep her talking they could attempt to use the time to reenergize themselves and attempt to piece more of this together.

"Listen, I get that you guys are "superheroes", but he doesn't even belong here - we're just trying to get him back to where he belongs!" she called back, using her fingers to make quotation marks obvious.

"Then where does he belong?!" West called up.

"With us," she yelled down, rolling her eyes. "I'll give you to the count of five. Just walk away. I'll find him and we'll never have to see each other again." With a flourish, metallic blades appeared in either hand, catching the light from the streetlamps around them.

"Not the best answer," Khalid dryly muttered, "If we were in better shape I'd suggest catching her for information."

"No kidding," Mamoru agreed, his answer airier than he had intended. He kept an eye on her as she slowly counted down, watching to make sure she didn't launch herself at them early.

"One~"

"We're not letting her get him," West stated, and he nodded, though the movement threatened to knock him over. West seemed to notice. "Think you could get away with him?"

"Not in this condition," he replied, glancing quickly to him in an attempt to evaluate his fitness. "You?"

"Two~"

"I couldn't get far, not after earlier," West replied honestly. "That leaves just one option then."

Cardinal King took another deep breath and held it, keeping himself oriented, prepared to break the moment Khalid did.

"Three~"

West King rolled his wrist to ready his scimitar, his eyes skyward too.

"Four!"

West dashed to one side to ricochet off of the tall playground slide to gain some air; Cardinal King threw a rose to keep the shapeshifter off balance, her surprised call of "Hey! Not fair!" showing enough that it worked. Dizzily he called forth another rose, his head swimming and fire shooting up his arm as the flower materialized in his hand. A warning blazed through his addled mind and he barely turned the instrument into a sword and blocked before the pink enemy was upon him, her blades meeting his and forcing him back, though the effort needed to accomplish that was much less than it should otherwise have been. It took everything he had to keep his sword between himself and her and off his chest. She grinned down at him, her demonic smile alarming as her long, wavy light brown hair fell in the short space between them like a veil. She leaned in and blew on his face, his hair fanning away from her as she knocked his mask askew, and he could do nothing to stop her. "Silly Prince~ This could have been avoided, you know." She pressed in closer and his muscles screamed; all he could do was glare, every ounce of strength he could muster fully involved in not letting the blades pierce his skin.

"Illusionary Silver Crystal, hear my prayer! Let me save him - help me fight to protect this world and its people as a Sailor Senshi!"

Usako?

"Moon Princess Power!" she called, her voice ringing in the night, echoing from a place near the park's entrance, "Make Up!"

Light flashed beyond the curls of the enemy; she turned her face aside with a perplexed expression, and he turned to see what was going on, equally as hopeful as afraid for her. If it worked… but what if it didn't? What if the power were too great?! He closed his eyes against the bright light just in time, the shapeshifter tensing and releasing a slight hiss to reveal she had not been so lucky, and as he blinked in the aftermath his spirit surged. Usako was gone, but in her place stood a Sailor Senshi - one unlike the others in color scheme and accessories - one that was clearly her. Her front bow was pink, the back made of lace and longer than any of the other senshi, her skirt and collar a shade of blue darker than Mercury's, her skirt underlaid with some sort of lace petticoat that similarly puffed at her sleeves. Her white elbow length gloves and knee-height boots were lined in pink ribbons and pearls, her tiara made of yet more pearls surrounding a red stone reminiscent of her Jewel Tiara days. In her hair, done in the familiar odango style, were the pearl accessories from her past life and new pink hued gems in front of the double buns. She was beautiful, but the determined, almost murderous look in her eyes made him nervous -

"I'm the Pretty Guardian of Love and Justice, Princess Sailor Moon! In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!" Her blue eyes burning, she held out her hand and her Crescent Wand appeared, the Silver Crystal itself sitting couched within the tool. Was she still Usagi? She held it high above her head and changed her stance, her body moving like a dancer's as she focused on the creature that pressed into him. "Moon," she called out, summoning palpable power around her. "Princess,"

"What is this?!" The pink creature remarked, pressing down on him to sit up straighter. He groaned, her added weight on his hands finally enough to overcome his strength. Her twin daggers cut into him, piercing his flesh on either side of his chest. Something cracked. The pain on top of everything else finally overwhelmed him.

"Halation!"

The last thing he saw was glittering light slicing through the creature that straddled him.

He awoke in a haze of pain, his head swimming as notions of where he was and what he was doing slowly tried to take hold of him; the moment they did, his eyes shot open and he called out, twisting to stand and fight, only to be entangled in sheets and blankets tucked in tight. He was in his room?! Light angled through his bedroom window, tracing across his bed, and for half a moment he wondered if it had been all some sort of horrible dream, but as Helios teleported in just above him, the concerned and haggard look about him was evidence enough that the events of the past few days had been real.

'How are you feeling?' the unisus asked, voice choked with concern. 'You had us all worried, Mamoru - take it easy.'

He pulled his hand out from beneath the tightly-pulled bedding and rubbed at his head in an attempt to ease the residual pain there, noticing as he did so that his chest was bound with gauze, faint red stains coloring the white fabric in near center of each side of his upper body. The light through the window disconcerted him - how long had he been out? They couldn't afford this - he had to get up and transform and figure everything out before it was too late. Carefully, he turned to look at the time on the clock on his bedside table - 11:50 am - only to catch on something. His heartbeat slowed to a crawl, beating painfully as he reached out for the Pyrite Pendant that lay on the table beside him, the fool's gold cracked completely through its center. As his hands touched it, one hemisphere of the crystal twitched out of the facing entirely. His transformation item… he turned to look at Helios, the realization heavy and frightening. Did this mean he couldn't…?

Helios landed at the edge of his bed, offering no explanation or words of comfort. 'You nearly died last night. If it hadn't been for Usagi's transformation, both you and Khalid could have…' he trailed off, but Mamorus's full attention was still on the broken pendant now cradled in the palm of his hand. His transformation item; did this mean that he couldn't be Cardinal King anymore? But if he couldn't be Cardinal King, what would happen to Kaito, Nero and Yuu?

He swallowed, "I couldn't call up my powers. Something was fighting me - it's been fighting me. Helios, what… what does this mean?" he said, motioning to the pendant. "Is it symbolic? Am I not supposed to be fighting as Cardinal King? Will I not be able to fight with everyone anymore?"

'Mamoru…' Helios trailed off, and Mamoru met his gaze, the regret he found there making his gut clench. He wouldn't let that happen - he'd fight, he'd keep fighting, transformation or no - 'I figured it out,' Helios continued, slowing his train of thought as he waited to see what his advisor had in store - had he already found a way around it? 'Just… too late to be of any assistance to you. I should have seen it earlier - figured it out sooner. If I had…' he trailed off, breaking eye contact to shake his head in shame. 'I should have realized when your nose bled back at the Midori manor. It's been holding you back, Mamoru. I've been holding you back - that pendant has been restraining your abilities.'

He waited for Helios to continue.

'I'm sorry,' Helios continued. 'When I made the Pyrite Pendant for you, I didn't know who you were - the transformation was not intended to handle or wield the amount of power you are now able to draw upon, and when you awakened, your transformation into your Princely attire covered the mistake I made as it had no restraints placed upon it. Cardinal King was never meant to handle the amount of power you are now used to - there were inherent restraints in place within that transformation to stop you from burning through your life force, restraints meant to protect your life - the lives of all of the Heavenly Kings - that you have now grown beyond. Your inability to wield the strength you needed was because you were trying to direct a river through a kitchen funnel.' He nodded towards the pendant. 'And it very nearly killed you yesterday. It's why you have been getting headaches - the block in place made you strain far harder than you ever needed to. Yesterday night, as you started to bleed out, the Golden Crystal reacted by breaking the pendant in order to channel the energy needed to save you.'

His brows furrowed, remembering how he had transformed into his previous life's form for the first time when he needed the Golden Crystal to heal Nero; how he had only used that much energy again successfully when they were all in Elysion and he was once more garbed in the wear of his past self. He always recognized that the Golden Crystal was easier to use as Prince Endymion, but he had never realized it was because Cardinal King was inherently limited. He closed his palm around the pendant that had, for so long, been a lifeline, and slowly deposited it back on his nightstand. "Am I still able to transform and fight?"

Helios flipped his mane in the unisus equivalent to a shrug, 'You should be able to, but… unleashing your power as Prince Endymion regularly - in this world and this age - without the full practice in wielding the Golden Crystal's power, you could very easily do damage you never intend to do, and without a safeguard in place you could go beyond the limits and use your life energy in its place.' He paused, 'I may be able to figure something else out; but for the immediate future -'

"Helios, I have to be able to fight. The Archons won't stop just because my transformation is undergoing technical difficulties," he stated and pulled back the covers to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Mention of the organization brought them to the forefront after the knowledge that he was alive and could transform to fight them - even if he needed to be careful in doing so. As Prince Endymion, able to wield as much power as Helios suggested, he may be able to stop them in their tracks. He stood, intending to get dressed and plan their next move, only to stumble in lightheadedness. He reached out, steadying himself on his dresser before he could fall over, and turned to Helios, who had jumped up off his perch to follow after him in concern.

'You're still healing,' Helios explained quietly. 'You strained yourself and need more time to recover -'

"They won't give us that time!" he growled, pushing back, "And since when have I needed this much time? It's been over twelve hours, Helios - we can't afford to wait for this; it's just me and Khalid now. People will be in danger and we have to help them. If they summon this Demiurge thing there's no telling what will happen to everyone." Still bracing himself on the dresser, he reached and opened his door, intending to find Khalid and figure out their next move, only to be greeted with a surprised -

"Mamochan!"

- that kept him in place as Usagi sprung across the living room from the kitchen. She wore her school uniform and a cheerful look that fell to concern as she looked him over, stopping before she could jump on him, blue eyes trailing to the gauze on his chest, lingering on the red stains on either side. He glanced down, glad to see pajama pants on, and readjusted to hold on to the door frame. "Usako - what are you…?"

"Doing here?" she finished helpfully, glancing back towards the kitchen sneakily before stepping closer. "Keeping watch. I - look," she said, motioning down to the bow of her school uniform, in the middle of which a new brooch was clasped. In the shape of a heart, it was decorated with stones of red, blue, green and orange surrounding a pink gem. She unclipped it and flipped it over to reveal the moonstone that had made up the feature point of her Jewel Tiara belt, the same gem that allowed her to communicate with the Moon Kingdom. "It holds the Silver Crystal," she stated, opening it with a deft twist of her thumb to reveal the silver gem sitting cushioned within its center cavity, "and with it I can transform - I tried it again last night after the first attempt. Mamochan, I was so scared, but now - now I can help you. Really help you. I can fight with you guys, just like I used to, but this time I can do more than just sneaky sideline things!" She caught his free hand in hers, smiling up at him in earnest, "I can fight alongside you to keep our world safe, whether from those Doom and Bloom girls or the Archons or anything else thrown at us."

"Doom and Bloom girls?" he repeated, grasping her hand comfortably, his stomach squeezing with discomfort with the thought of Usagi putting herself in danger, even as his mind recalled that glittery blast that had taken the enemy off of him last night.

"The shapeshifters," she explained, "That's what she called herself before she left - something like "You'll never defeat the Doom and Bloom Girls!" I… at least that's what I think she said. I was - you're okay, right?" she said, the excitement that had filled her as she shared with him her new item fading to be replaced with concern.

He nodded, "I will be."

"You should get back to bed; Rin and I will make you something to eat -"

"Rin knows?" he reflexively asked, eyes darting past her to the kitchen, the table barely visible from that angle.

"Not about me," she said quickly, her voice shushing him as she paused, looking up at him, before pushing on with the answer, "but he was there when you lost your transformation. He knows who you are, and about Khalid." Mamoru's brows furrowed; with all of Rin's secrets it had been a given that they would hide their identities from him until they figured out where he came from and what he was after. He hoped now more than ever that they had been correct in trying to protect the kid, and that it wouldn't come back to bite them. "He was really worried about you; he didn't want to leave you to go to school, and Khalid hadn't wanted to leave you alone, so he called to ask me to take him." He nodded his understanding; if their positions had been reversed and Khalid was hurt, with everything else going on there was no way he'd leave him alone, anywhere, and with Usagi's recent transformation abilities it seemed safe enough to ask that she escort the kid to school so they could get some work done. "Only, on my way over…" she paused nervously, glancing to the window over his desk, "there was another attack, this one at Rin's elementary school. I guess it went off earlier than intended - hardly anyone was there. The news reported that the site was dangerous and the officials called off school all over the city - they're citing gas leaks."

He wavered in place, suddenly feeling weak, despite what he wanted to do. While he had been laid out, people were getting hurt, their energy drained, that same energy building to help the Archons with Demiurge - they couldn't let it continue - "The elementary school - have they pulled people free of the miasma? Do we know anything about the crystal in -" he paused, dread rising in him as he realized that, if their positions were reversed, the only way he would leave a healing Khalid was if there had been - "Where's Khalid?!" His heart raced and, immediately this time, he clumsily fell to the ground, startling Usagi back a step as he placed his hands on either side of him and focused on the pink glow of Khalid's Kunzite soul stone, prepared a burst of power, and sent it out -

Only for the door of his apartment to open. "What are you making?" Khalid's voice called softly to Rin, the pink of his gem pinging brightly in Mamoru's mind. He nearly fell over in relief.

"Rice balls," Rin returned as Usagi reached out her hand to help him up. He took it, though also held onto the door frame to inch his way back to standing, only for Helios to appear in the crook of his arm, wedging his neck beneath his arm and growing in size until Mamoru was standing again. He held on to his mane to regain his balance, shooting the unisus an incredulous look, but the moment he steadied the unisus shrunk back down to his typical house-cat size, flew over, and landed smartly on the couch in front of the television.

"Are they edible?" Khalid asked, the question only halfway teasing.

An indignant reply met his query, "Yes."

I don't know, He could almost hear Nero needle, I've eaten some questionable things and even I'm having second thoughts about eating this. What do you think, Yuu?

I think it's risky, Yuu would say, We'd better make sure he eats the first one, just to be sure.

What flavor are they, anyway? Kaito would wonder, that note of light derision glancing off his tone.

"Then may I have one?" Khalid said instead, and Mamoru waited another moment in the doorway to his bedroom before walking across the living room with Usagi to join them.

He missed his friends.