Jurassic Guide

[drinkandforget]

She's been dreaming of Earth lately. Why she should be dreaming of that distant planet is not a question Sailor Lethe cares to consider too deeply; she knows it's said to be one of the last territories holding out against Galaxia.

There's no sign of that in the Earth she visits. The lush vegetation is almost tropical, vibrant ferns alongside tall trees. They grace the banks of a winding river, tranquil and quiet. Visible at intervals, small groups of dinosaurs go about their own business, largely ambivalent to her presence.

Lethe poles her small boat silently through the water. When she acquires an extra passenger, she shows no surprise, but be careful; passage is not free. Those in the boat will lose something before they disembark, whether as small and simple as a pen or as disastrous as an irreplaceable keepsake.

Comments

[histrionic]

"That's a question that can't be answered easily." In part because the answer is very complicated, and in part because he's only recently become aware of the cruelty and consequences of what he'd done.

"But I will answer as simply as I can. I bided my time. I played my part. I increased my power. It was only when I was strong enough that I struck out at my enemies. I destroyed them, or defeated them, outsmarted or overpowered them."

[drinkandforget]

There's no help for her in those words.

"What if they'd been stronger instead?" In her case, this is not a gamble. This is simple fact. Galaxia is the strongest senshi, legendary for that power, able to reduce the planets she turns against to dust with no more than a click of her fingernails.

[histrionic]

Kuja wouldn't recommend that anyone take his course. It had been bloody and ruthless.

"If I had been weaker, I would not have been me." Kuja laughs. He was never truly defeated, at least, not by another's power--only by his own nature. "They were stronger, at first, but I searched the world for ways to make myself even greater. It was no easy task. Freedom is never easily won, and it is a cruel prize to win, if the most rare and the most beautiful."

[drinkandforget]

She still has a measure of pride left, but not nearly enough to make her think she could surpass Galaxia's sheer force. Lethe frowns. It had been a stupid thought anyway. She chose this path, and now she must walk it. Only...

Is there truly peace with Galaxia?

"Peace is rarer," she says aloud, to Kuja and her own thoughts at once.

[histrionic]

"Oh, not at all, my dear. We come from peace, from nothingness, from the absence of toil and strife, and to that state we will all return." He pauses, with a smile, before quoting:

Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past...
Though we hope for promising years.
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears.

Kuja shakes his head. "No, it is freedom that is rarer, so seldom won by any being under the sun. You are not free, but someday, you will have your peace."

[drinkandforget]

Maybe. It hadn't felt bad when she'd been ready to die with Mnemosyne in their dream. It had felt like the end of a struggle. It had been a welcome relief, almost.

She turns it back around. "If you're so anxious to forget, you have only to drink from my river." The same applies to herself, if she should ever become troubled in that way; but she has never done so.