No one told her, but she didn't need them too.
No one blamed her, but they didn't have too.
She learned on her own and she blamed herself enough for them all.
—-
Sailor Pluto was the first to be buried, in the light of a day too bright, a world to celebratory. Usagi Small Lady Serenity stood as close to alone as a child princess could be.
But she was hardly a child.
Nine hundred years incapable of aging meant that none of the Small Lady's clothing fit her new form, a full two heads taller than the body she had lived in for over eight hundred years had become. The new dress was scratchy, stiff. It's dark colors mournful, the black she had ever associated with Puu and friendship and a magic even she could do tainted by sadness and grief.
Her mother did not know what to do.
Her father knew not what to say.
Loss had come to the Princess of their Crystal world and they could no longer shield her from the reality of the world.
—-
In the end, it was estimated that over four thousand lives were lost due to the second crystal.
An ocean of blood on her hands, really.
Small Lady - no. Serenity - could she really be called that name now? She was large enough for murder, for blood, for pain and grief, surely she was large enough for the name that was hers.
Serenity avoided her fairy tales. They were pushed away, sad reminders and dark promises and fear and guilt clawed her gut when she looked at them, and her toys were pushed away, her plush creatures cast aside and the unicorn -
Unicorns were attracted to purity and innocence.
Black Lady… how could any part of her be pure or innocent with that monster lurking within?
But they worried, her family and her friends, and her new power required she not hide away as she had.
And so Chibiusa painted smiles on her face and hope in her eyes and always, always she saw the red on her hands, the number that haunted her dreams.
Dreams…
When she saw the pegasus, she was astounded.
Awed.
Terrified.
The slender horn from it's head, the white hide and almost platinum hair - fairy tales weren't supposed to be real.
He was.
And when he spoke and his voice was soothing and pure and welcoming, she held back tears.
When he did not flinch away at her touch she stopped.
It was silly, really. Her greatest friend was gone forever, and she had not been able to cry.
The blood of thousands stained her small hands and she had not cried, not truly.
But this - there was no pretending, not with the gentle feeling of velvet fur under her fingers, and the serene, understanding look of the pegasus' eyes.
Chibiusa sobbed and cried for the innocence she had lost and the world she had lost with it and for the sorrow of the world and the joy of knowing that she had not lost everything of childhood.
a unicorn will allow only the pure of heart to lay hands upon them.