Ami Mizuno was dead.
Mako herself would have thought, after a life like hers, that things like that would no longer bother her, at least not so deeply. We get used to whatever happens to us all the time, isn’t that true? She would say to herself, but the news of Ami’s death gave a low, hollow pain that she had felt so many times, but never found a way to get used to.
She looked down at her end of her bed, the blanket dipping back to the mattress where her knee used to be, and something about it felt right. A piece of her was cut off.
She felt at the ring on her hand, the one that stayed a solid gold band now, the one that had always shone with a bright green stone flanked by roses, but lay quiet now. Her senshi family were no longer senshi, not anymore, now they were just Usagi and Mako and Mina and Rei and…Ami, except there was no Ami, of course. Hard to remember that.
If you are no longer senshi, a dark part of her whispered, you are no longer family, either. You’re alone again.
She shook her head, as if she could shake the thought out. It wasn’t true. Things like that don’t just happen.
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