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"I know, right?" Devi mumbled, the spindle still in her mouth. The worst of the pain had passed, and she spat out the spindle and let it fall to the floor. Hopefully that spindle won't be used for anything else, and hopefully she wouldn't have to put it back in her mouth after it hit the floor like that. She wasn't sure which would be more icky.

"You would think there would be someone, but I don't even know how many of us there are," she said. "Are there more of us, or are there more of them? I don't even know how to fight them still, its all so crazy! Its happening so fast, I hardly understand what is happening half the time. And then there was that masquerade ball disaster - where you there for that? That was craziness! And I'm always so worried my parents will find out or someone will catch me, and I'm worried about being on time for things and...I'm sorry, I just have so much to say and finally know someone else who can understand and who I can talk to!"

Devi's face revealed guilt when Ume mentioned being in the coffin at the ball, but she tried to cover it up with a fake smile and move on.

"I really am just so confused as to what I am supposed to be doing sometimes," she said honestly. "I have no idea how to fight. My power is uh, well, I should just be honest with you. Please don't kill me but..." Devi sat down next to her friend as her wound was tended on. "...I trap people in coffins. It was my fault at the ball, but that's exactly what I mean when I say I don't know how to fight. I'm learning, I got some tips from a few other Senshi I've met, but I'm still lost. Maybe you can give me some more pointers?"

Devi laughed. She wasn't sure what Ume's ability was, but if it involved needles, it already sounded stronger or more offensive than her own. "Well, as I said, I only trap people in coffins, so you've got me beat in ability to dish out damage," she teased. "So what is your uhm, sphere, I think its called? Or your name?"

She paused for a moment, and tried to take a look at her wound, but it was hard to get a good look at it. "How is the wound looking?"

"Hopefully we can make it so that we're never late," she said regretfully. She remembered the corpse she found in the park on the day she met Sailor Nemesis, and how she was unable to do anything for it. They had to just leave it, and let the authorities take care of it.

She shook her head, that's what needed to be done. She killed the monster that killed the man, and at that point - with the man already dead - there was nothing else that could be done. Or could there?

"I'm Sailor Requiem, Senshi of Burial, if you ever see me about," she explained. "And the shoulder feels a little better now, actually. Stings, but I'll let you know if it worsens." She gently covered the wound back up with the shoulder of her shirt.

Devi knew little about the Senshi cellphones, but summoned hers out and handed it to her friend. It was brown, much like her Senshi uniform. In fact, if she had a better fashion sense, she would realize that her phone made a perfect accessory to the outfit.

"Awesome!" Devi said, happily. She was impressed with the magical tech, but more delighted that she was able to contact her friend in a secure way if she ever needed assistance, which she felt she was likely going to need. She was still new to it, after all. "These Negaverse people. I know they're the bad guys, but what do you know about them? I mean, any individual ones? I've only crossed one so far, one-on-one. The b***h who shot me. I saw those other ones, on that date I had with Damian a while back, but I wasn't a Senshi ******** Damian. She didn't like talking about him too much. But perhaps she shouldn't be so hard on him - it wasn't his fault bad things happened to her. Maybe she should call him? But that would be too awkward, even for Devi. "Ugh," she said, flopping back on the bed. "I hate boys."

"I don't know," she shrugged. Ow, okay, shrugging still seems like a bad idea for her shoulder. "I haven't talked to Damian since I dumped him, I just feel bad for blaming him for all that went wrong. Its not his fault those Negaverse attacked us, or that I went into that coma. As a Senshi, I can see this city is <******** up. I mean really, <******** up. Its not his fault. But its just so much easier to blame him. You know?"

She was still new to relationships - hell, she was new to everything lately, it seemed - so she never experienced the feeling of missing dating. "How's your love life cracking?"