Lysithea teleported, going right to her apartment heedless of the danger. She powered down the moment she was safe inside, and fell onto her bed with a soft cry. Her hands groped for her stuffed unicorn, and she clutched it to her chest, trembling. That…that hadn’t gone well at all. Her first encounter with a member of the White Moon and…it had been horrible.

Of course she had expected things to turn out poorly, but…the anger that the other senshi had was…terrible. All consuming.

Terrifying.

Had she been like that when the White Moon had her? Had she been violent and irrational? Ready to attack people for simply thinking they’d look nice in black? And what had the senshi meant about the Negaverse stealing her…taking her away…it didn’t…

Anastasia muffled a sob in her pillow and shook her head, curling up slightly.

It just didn’t make sense.

Were they really all like that? She would have to talk to Faustite about this…but…no…she wasn’t supposed to be out alone right now anyway. So this was simply her fault, her fault that she was in this situation…perhaps her fault that she had been stolen by the White Moon to begin with…perhaps that would be a safe question to ask…if it wasn’t…well…then she would learn it after it was asked but…

Rolling over, Anastasia hugged the stuffed unicorn a little closer. It wasn’t fair. Not remembering wasn’t fair. Having people know her when she didn’t know them…wasn’t fair. It was sickening, honestly. The expectations that she felt…the fact that she was someone who…had so much that was missing. She had tried to remember, lord knows she had tried but…it wasn’t there. She could function...she could remember where places were. Could remember other things but…with people there was nothing. No memories of ever eating mall pretzels with anyone, though the flavor had been something she had known, so it must have happened multiple times in her life…but.

If she kept telling herself that it didn’t matter, perhaps one day it wouldn’t. Perhaps…now that she had gone toe to toe…ish with the enemy…perhaps this was the wake up call that…she should do it more often. Faustite was obviously the best choice for someone to go out with her if she were going to look for…for real fights or…missions or…

Or whatever. But.

But she would have to think of something. Would have to make new memories. Would have to…start trying. Maybe.

Anastasia finally sat up, wiping at her sore, damp eyes and got up, making her way to the kitchen. The very least she could do would be to bake some cookies for her brother, if she could butter him up, sweeten his mood…maybe he’d be more willing to talk about what had happened if she brought a few dozen cookies…besides. Baking was something that was quite stress relieving…

Thank goodness she still knew how to do that.

Drawing out her mixer, Ana thanked whoever was listening for the little things in the world. When you lost everything…you had to be thankful for what you retained, no matter how pathetic it might be.