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She still wasn't over it. Her fasther's death hung over her, plaguing her thoughts and plaguing her mind as she worked through her days. She'd been a husk since they laid him in the ground, knowing she'd never see him smile or have him to talk to again. She knew she'd never see the decisive spark in his eye, the detyermination to do whatever he planned, even with her uncle.

And she knew theyouma was dusted for it's crime, but even still his lifeless form haunted her thoughts until she cried herself to sleep at nighyt. The only family left to her was her uncle and great uncle and so many cousins and for that she was glad, but it wasn't the same.

Zeke and Zayne had tjeir father, as did her great uncle's children. She had no parent left to turn to, to wipe away her tears, to offer comfort and guidance. Adult or not, she was still in need. The closest to a parent she was getting was her uncle Vincent, whom deeply grieved her fathewr; his best friend, because he lost her mother. His sister.

So Sailor Dubhe had gathered up all of the determination she could muster and brought it to bear by powering every spare moment of her day, slipping away to patrol the city and patrolling almost zeealously. She couldn't afford to fail, or allow another person to lose a family member to chaos -- even if she had to fight.

The senshi sat with a bottle of juice as she looked out over the city numbly, eyes sharp and piercing, her usual sweetness awash in anguish and pain -- Sailor Dubhe was far from 'ok', and far from done grieving -- and thus patrol felt good only.

In truth, it was busywork.

Sailor Dubhe sipped her drink, and sighed, shutting her eyes to try to simply be withouty thinking of what happened, and sighedf.

Still haunting. And thus, she was in low spirits, opening her drink and taking a deep draught.

Another aura, and not like Laodica's. Sailor Dubhe looked up in curiousity and blinked, head tilting slowly. She lookd different from Laodica too -- a white theme instead of black, and the blonde watched as the other woman introduced herself before bowing.

"Sailor Dubhe, Senshi of Sahastata. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Hyakutake." The girl introduced herself gently, then forced a smile. "I can't help noticing you.. Wear white?"

"If I'm honest, I only spent much time with a corrupt Senshi, though I don't know why she's called that or why we'd be expected to fight one another." Dubhe admitted. "The kitty wwho awakened me wasn't overly informative and I've been on my own, really. I thought normal senshi might wear more colors than whiyye, though it explains the sdsea of monochrome I saw once..." Her mind roamed, then the senshi shrugged.

"I'm not really connected to anyone though. I only do much when it's near me. So.... A lot of patrolling and a little youmadusting."

The youma deserved to die for what it had done. It killed her father... That was unforgiveable.

"I only know I'm supposed to be fighting chaos, but I don't like fighting or harming other humans." Dubhe frowned slowly, expression darkening. "I'll fight to kill if I must and I'm attacked, but the only thing worth killing are youma. Anything that feeds on humans... Must be hunnted like beasts." Her tone became cold and rurhless by the word 'beasts', the word along mingled with a sense of zealous fury. No, she was no threat to humans, but top youma... And to enemies.. They were prey.

Dubhe looked thoughtfuil, frowning.

"What does Chaos gain plunging the world into void?" She muttered, frowning. Laodica was one misled, but she hadn't seen the corrupt in weeks... And that made her wither some, sighing and closing her eyes.

"I don't have the means for space travel. Nor is there a reason. Unless this 'homeworld' can revive the dead... Why go?"

It was hopnest -- she was still hurting, and hurting alone. The only one close to understanding was Uncle Vincent, and her uncle didn't know what killed her fathewr, beyond 'a monster'. She had noone to turn to...

And it ewas painful.

"That sounds like one place I went once. Away from Destiny City, some weird uncomfortable dead city." The senshi shrugged, and sighed. "But again, it was dead. Only half-fossilized bones remained. A sprawlingf place. I cxan probably take you, but it's no better than here. Cold... Desolated..."

She looked down and sighed.

"It seems being a senshi is synonymous with death."

"I'm not ytouch averse, if that's what you're asking." Dubhe chuckled drily. "But I did lose someone. I'm a b*****d. My mother's husband killed her because he realized when I was a newborn that I wasn't his, and my father raised me. Moved in with my Uncle and cousins when I was small. He was the only person directly related on his sifde and my uncle? My mother's older brother. My father died in the past two weeks... Because a youma ripped some little crystal from his chest. So I ripped it awauy by dusting it and let it free. My father's... Gone. He never knew I was Sailor Dubhe. Mt family doesn't know I killed the monster myself. But it's... I don't connect as closely to my uncle and cousins. I'd move out, but I thinkmy uncle lwould be sad. I look... A lot like my mom."

Sailor Dubhe hugged Hyakutake tightly, hiding her face in the older woman despite towering over her, trembling slightly as she made a soft whimper.
"I want to tewll them. I can't and." She tensed, steppuing back and hugging herself distressedly.

"I rarely see other order senshi. Once in a group of powered, once. Otherwuise they don't see me. You.. Are you sure? You don't need to if... That's the best for the others." She looked down sadly -- maybe the others just didn't... Want to be near her because she'd spent so much time near Laodica before. Who know? She just...

"When does it stop hurting, losing someone?"