It was cold, far too cold, even when she found herself being held close to the furred senshi. Sailor Canopus would never forget how could she felt right at this very moment, never so long as she lived, and she wasn't sure exactly when she managed to stop crying, but she was certain there'd be more tears to come later. For now, she rested her head against the unknown senshi's shoulder and kept it there, as if afraid to pull her head away and show her face. Not that she was certain who she was hiding from anymore...
Perhaps everyone, because at that moment, everyone felt like an enemy to her.

White Moon Court, knights... the Negaverse. All of them had united and struck against them like a pack of wolves closing in on a herd. She'd never forget the moment they turned their weapons on them and while they were masked, it was clear where their loyalties had lied. What was the point of the masks? So that Canopus couldn't see their faces and be able to recognize them later on? No, she didn't need to see their faces to know of their evil...

After this moment, she would never trust another officer again, she told herself. There may have only been two that turned their fangs onto her, but as far as she was concerned, she held no allies within the Negaverse. And nor would she ever... after what they had done to Princess Leto, to Avior.

'Oh Avior... are you even alive right now?' The mere mention of his name was enough to cause the tears to swell in her eyes again, and she hadn't realized that she was hugging onto the White Moon senshi that carried her as she did so. He had done so much to protect her, and in the end, she was useless to help him! His blood still coated her garments and stained the senshi's white clothing, but those would eventually wash out, she told herself. The stained to her memory and conscious, however… those were stains that would never wash out, Canopus told herself, as the tears flowed unhindered once more. 'Avior, I'm so sorry... I tried to run, I tried... I was too scared. Avior I'm so sorry!'

Whoever held her must have felt pity for her, as she gave her a tight squeeze, and had she managed to pull away, she might have found it humorous that one so small could carry her with such ease, though it undoubtedly appeared awkward. Whoever she was, she was grateful and she wished she could have expressed this, but all Canopus could do was cry. How useless was she to the Dark Mirror Court?

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