Fear was an emotion that had become almost an alien concept to Sailor Galaxia.

There had been fear in the past, when she first felt the writhing of Chaos inside her and knew it was only a matter of time before she fell to its strength. After that had been only power, and triumph, for such a long time that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be afraid. Still, the experience was there, hovering beneath the confidence, the shadow of something that once had been and could not be completely denied.

But even the gradual binding of her soul and the slow ebbing away of everything she called herself were nothing compared to what she felt now.

The fear came roaring like an old friend and a cruel enemy all wrapped up in one, rising up from a pit she never knew existed and embracing her with the cold claws of absolute terror. Her sword had shattered. She was defenseless. The girl with the wings of an angel and a star gleaming on her chest was soaring toward her with more determination than Galaxia had ever seen.

It was impossible. She couldn't be defeated. What kind of power did this girl possess, that she had vanquished the combined power of Sailor Galaxia and Chaos? What would such an omnipotent being do to the one who had murdered her loved ones? The terror was such that Galaxia could not even scream.

And yet, something inside her reached out.

Something yearned to embrace this dangerous enemy who had survived even the greatest strength of Chaos. What foolishness was this? How could Galaxia even imagine eagerly awaiting what was surely her final doom?

But was it?

The girl's eyes were soft. The girl's lips were smiling. The girl's arms were outstretched. Like Galaxia, she carried no weapons; hers had also been destroyed...

Like Galaxia, she had had a sword. But even when her life had been threatened, the girl had not used it to attack, only to defend.

A voice had demanded the girl destroy Sailor Galaxia. Yet she had not.

Such weakness was revolting to Chaos.

But not to a Sailor Soldier.

Something inside Galaxia wept for the light.

Was this girl truly an enemy?

Which side was Galaxia on?

The girl with the wings of an angel sparkled like the stars, a light that could never be extinguished. Was that not what Galaxia was seeking, the truest shine of the stars?
Inside Galaxia, there had been only darkness, no matter how many shines she collected from others. Now, there was a faint glimmer of light.

Darkness could only beget darkness.

This girl begat only light.

Was light a thing to be afraid of?

Galaxia reached out.

Usagi's hand closed over hers.

And then there was nothing but joy.