Delilah was...furious!

She had expected Hannah to react in a manner of being defensive and to get annoyed at her for not trusting each other's judgement. She had NOT expected the entire ‘death is better than being alone’ subject to be breached. That was a line that stepped too far in Delilah’s mind as she huffed back to her car. Oh she would have prefered to walk and cool off but driving would have to do.

Curse living on campus…

“He saved you on at least three occasions. Three! Oh heaven help me a savior three times. How many other times has he killed? How many of those three did he take you away and then return to kill others you could not help! How many times have I been there. How many times have I stood by your side in the darkest hour…”

She stopped just outside of her car door and looked down. The words crossed her mind as her hands formed into fists.

“Death doesn’t scare me Delilah. Not as much as being alone.”

“Tell that to someone you did not leave alone...someone who has not lost their best friend for two years. No words. No communication. Someone who faced High School alone. Without a friend to cling to. And yet I still went on. I’m still here. I’m stronger for it.”

Her head came up and she gazed at the warped reflect in the window before her. “No Hannah, Death is a cheap way out of this. Being alone is your own doing and if you can’t see that, then I can’t help you anymore.”

As she said that to herself, tears began to roll down her face. “Being alone is your own doing. You pushed your parents away behind walls of I’m okay. You pushed me away because I ask you to think and be careful. Will you push Tristan away as well? Will you set yourself up to be alone?”

The back of her arm came up to brush away the tears in her eyes and as reached down and opened the door.

Slipping inside, she turned the engine on and heard Adele’s song “Hello” blare across her speakers.

For a long while she didn’t move. Delilah just sat there, eyes closed listening to the music as she tried to will herself to do...something.

“Hannah, I will always love you. I’m sorry...but if you can’t trust yourself...can’t trust anyone to share this burden with you...then do you even want me around for anything more than memories sake? Have our paths really split that much…”

Leaning forward, Delilah put her head to the steering wheel. “I cannot walk neutral ground anymore. The White Moon is in shambles. Chaos doesn’t care as much as I hoped and believed they would. Even though I know in my heart we are all still humans now…” The image of Hannah in that cell...nearly dead and broken...flooded back to her mind and she jerked her head up.

Bentonite lead her to her sister. But he did nothing to stop it...to set Hannah free. That in and of itself told her that he was still protecting his own skin. He chose his position over her life and that end and of itself was the very nature of chaos...power. Someone had gotten a rush of power for what they did to her. Would they regret it? Would they even think about it as more than a passing thought….

“That’s what makes us different.” Delilah said as she reached down to put thecar in drive. “We never forget the look of suffer on the faces we hurt. They will haunt us forever. They...just another number.”

Pulling out of the parking lot, she headed for the road.

“I am a Senshi of the White Moon. I am Sailor Phact. My duty is to protect this world...all worlds...from the forces that seek to enslave them and remove their free will. My goal is to ensure that no one loses the ability to fly…”

Her hand slipped from the wheel and into her purse where her henshin pen rested. For a slip moment, had someone looked, they might have seen her form shift from that of Delilah to that of Sailor Phact. A strengthening of two souls...

But then, it could have been a play of the light.

Then her hand shifted and she reached for her cell phone.

“Okay Google….Call Mei…” She called out as the bluetooth kicked to life. She needed a drink...