Sailor Virtus might have been the senshi of Kindness, but that did not mean he wanted to be a punching bag for the White Moon. He knew they were violent, he had been beaten badly enough to realize that his stance on them was dangerous to himself and, if the situation had been worse, for his friends.

He couldn't just let them hurt him and those he cared about. Especially not the people he cared about. Right? That was part of this new job, as he had been told. He had to do what he had been told.

He had to.

Tonight he was out on patrol, despite how shaken he should have been. he should have been worried about being beaten again, or something. But he shoved all the bad things that had happened to him and strove on, trying to focus on the good and to do his job as he was supposed to. So here he was, looking for energy, determined to get some and to not get his butt handed to him again.

And smile.