[The words unsettle her for a moment. She does hate Usagi.
Doesn't she?
Except that behind all that hatred had always been that desire to have Usagi for herself, away from others, to be the one filling Usagi's mind instead of Chiba Mamoru or the one she wanted to be with instead of her other friends. To be the only one who touches her.
All those betrayals she rages against are really betrayals of that feeling, of that passionate desire to be important to Usagi: important enough to spend time with, be with, save. It's not the betrayal of the planet, of the senshi, of the past life or of the Moon Kingdom; it's the betrayal of the lonely girl.]
Is this hate or love?
[She asks it as if she doesn't even know the answer herself; perhaps she doesn't. That hate and that love are all the same. Frustrated by the question, by her blocked thoughts, by the very situation, by the confusion it's making of her mind, she finally reaches out to pull Usagi to her, to crush Usagi's lips with her own, roughly.]
no subject
Doesn't she?
Except that behind all that hatred had always been that desire to have Usagi for herself, away from others, to be the one filling Usagi's mind instead of Chiba Mamoru or the one she wanted to be with instead of her other friends. To be the only one who touches her.
All those betrayals she rages against are really betrayals of that feeling, of that passionate desire to be important to Usagi: important enough to spend time with, be with, save. It's not the betrayal of the planet, of the senshi, of the past life or of the Moon Kingdom; it's the betrayal of the lonely girl.]
Is this hate or love?
[She asks it as if she doesn't even know the answer herself; perhaps she doesn't. That hate and that love are all the same. Frustrated by the question, by her blocked thoughts, by the very situation, by the confusion it's making of her mind, she finally reaches out to pull Usagi to her, to crush Usagi's lips with her own, roughly.]