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Hydor was not sure what he thought of the fact that he, too, may some day remember how the prior Sailor Hydor died. It was fascinating, in some ways. Perhaps it would contain some of the answers that many of them seemed to lack. Perhaps it would allow him to find out what exactly Chaos as a unit had done to destroy them all some thousand years ago.

The concept of witnessing his own death, though, disturbed him in ways that were hard to articulate, so he did not.

"Mm, awful useful that we cannot go back to our planets mid-battle when the ******** agents can teleport." In fact, it seemed unfair which, considering this was a war, barely surprised him. "If your planet has wildlife, though, it sounds like it may be of more utility than the majority of places that exist outside of this planet. It is worth keeping in mind, nonsensical cold and all."

Hydor huffed.

He was glad he was getting more information, but this s**t still barely made any sense.

If Hydor knew about anything, it was coping mechanisms.

His entire existence was a coping mechanism.

The idea that something like this war would cause someone to develop more hardly surprised him; the idea that people in this war and perhaps Anakeion herself had already developed them was also hardly a surprise. He was uncertain how long this s**t was bubbling beneath the surface, but the oppressively powerful auras he felt every time he powered up told him that it was hardly new.

He glanced to the side for a moment, before offering, with a bitter chuckle, "Nothing is fair in war, really."