No; she's not. [She says it aloofly, with that detached smirk.] But I see you're hers.

[Pathetic.]

I'll tell you something good about her. [The smirk widens at the thought of hurting him with the truth. Then it vanishes, leaving her serious and cold.] That girl you're so ready to defend, is just the same. She already destroyed the future of her world.

You're just the next fool she's using to escape punishment. And I'll talk about her, or any of my enemies, however I wish. You don't need to appear before me again if you can't stand it. You never needed to appear before me at all if you're hers. I don't need anything from you if you're hers.

[Inwardly, it pricks her more than she'd ever admit. Of course someone pretending to approach her, pretending to be concerned, pretending to worry about what she'd become... in the end, was only there for Sailor Moon. Never her; no one but one person had ever been there for her or wanted her.

Well. She knows it for certain now. The line is drawn now.]

Besides. That girl has no interest in me, or reconciling, anyway. Your efforts are wasted on both sides.