Fix.
It was the one word Nickeline had been dreading since the moment she truly began questioning her situation. Fix was the word you used to describe broken things and if ********* wanted to fix her then it confirmed that she was truly broken. Sure, she'd felt up Sailor Victoria in an attempt to discover if he had any holes in his chest like she had and whens he couldn't find any she thought maybe it was just girls. Girls didn't have them either though, and to really make sure she'd checked out two female white moon senshi. Nothing.
Suspicions had been worrisome at that point but she could have just been paranoid. Now though? ********* confirmed it. It was like the guardian cat had drove a nail through her heart. She had wanted power, to be stronger, but now she felt like she was weaker than ever. Sure, senshi magic had been a great asset but now she questioned everything about herself. She used to know herself like the back of her hand and now all she seen was darkness there. It was different, maddening like the gaping hole in her chest.
It wasn't fair.
The sudden power signal grabbed the corrupt senshi's attention rather quickly. She'd met quite a few Generals in her time and none of them really had been all that pleasant but this one made her skin crawl and her heart drop. It was Sassolite, and like the shot to her chest she seen an arrow fly by from the corner of her eye. She spun, quite quickly at that, only to see the dark red colour bubble up over the pastel fur.
"F-Fatcat!" Concern slipped from her mouth before she even had a chance to stop herself, her body moving to reach the cat only to draw back. ********* had to leave, and fast. It was better that she ran away sooner than later, before Sassolite had a chance to fire anymore arrows or worse: demand Nickeline kill her again.
Nickeline's thoughts fell on the last words ********* had said before she fled. Be safe? It didn't look very good for her. She didn't have the option of running away like ********* did, no, instead she stood there. It didn't matter. It didn't matter where she went, or how far she ran, in the end they would find her.