Lethe has never been there. The cold chills her to the bone, used to the desert climate of her river. She rubs her hands against her arms to warm them. The chafing doesn't help, much. Her eyes go longingly to the beachside.

Her head snaps up when she realizes the red uniform is the uniform of a sailor senshi. How...?

How are there so many senshi on one distant planet, still free and still safe? It doesn't make sense, to the memories of destruction and war left behind through betrayal.

"Who are you?" The words slip from her mouth. She knows by the uniform: this is one of the ones who surround Sailor Moon, the one who will come to bring battle and suffering again some day.