“Do you think you could kill someone?”

It was the question the redhead had been asking herself for the past couple of weeks following the battle that had exploded at the warehouse after the negaverse located their missing agents. She had watched others die around her before, such as in the events of Elysion, but she had never thought about killing someone herself.

Even as she voiced her question her gaze was turned downwards, staring at her lap as she played idly with her hands. She was adverting her companions gaze, something that unsettled him even as he tried to answer her.

“Where’s that coming from?” He asked hesitantly scrunching his face up in both confusion and concern for her. He reached over trying to grab one of her hands only to have her yank it away from him. Every time he made the motion to touch her she shied away.

“Just answer the question Peter,” Fiona snapped turning her head away and glancing up at him discreetly through her bangs. She was grateful that she had been growing her hair out even longer because it provided her with a natural cover, a shadow over her eyes so that her brother could not read her expression. “Please,” she mumbled looking up at him only then before quickly turning away.

Peter was puzzled by his sister’s actions, this was not the Fiona that he knew. She was acting strange, so strange that if he did not know that he knew her then he would think that she was just some other stranger but this was his sister, the brave, outspoken girl who wasn’t afraid to tell someone if they looked ugly or not and yet she was questioning him about death and was acting shy, almost scared.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly though he could see instantly that it was not the kind of answer she wanted. “I mean...I don’t really understand how you expect me to answer a question like that,” he admitted choosing now to play the part of the shy, embarrassed sibling as he dropped his gaze to the table top.

Fiona took a moment to consider his words and then took another before she answered him. “I expect you to know yourself well enough to answer,” she replied curtly brushing her hair back off her shoulder then out of her eyes. Now she was looking straight at him, her expression unreadable. “Do you think that you have it in you, the ability to kill someone that is, to take someone’s life?”

She knew that it was unfair of her to continually push the question especially when she herself did not know what her answer would be and she had faced death. She would never admit it to her brother but she had faced death, several times and had managed to survive. Yet she didn’t know if she had the ability within herself to take the life of another.

“Honestly? Probably not, not intentionally but if they were trying to kill me and I had to chose between my life or theirs...” Peter trailed off frowning even as he spoke. “I would probably pick my life over theirs. I mean, it’s not fair for me to chose who lives or who dies but I would pick my life over someone else’s. At least if that person is trying to kill me,” he explained fiddling with his hand nervously.

“Huh,” Fiona replied sounding almost disappointed by his answer.

“Fee?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied quickly pushing her chair back away from the table and standing up abruptly. She said nothing even as she grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Her brother asked standing up and slamming his hands on the table, snatching up his wallet before following her. It took only three long strides to catch up with her and his long arm reached out grabbing her upper arm and yanked her back. “Fiona! You can’t just run away!”

She ripped her arm from his, her eyes narrowed into a glare and her lips pressed thinly together. “Watch me,” she whispered darkly turning on her heel and storming out of the cafe they had just caused a scene in.

Peter ripped the open and tore out on to the street after her. “Fiona!” He screamed only to find that his sister had disappeared. “FIONA!”

He received no response because unbeknownst to him, his sister was Sailor Denebola and she was running rooftops away.

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