Sailor Iron Mouse loved to watch them shine.
Even without Galaxia's orders, she still would have done it. She still would have taken them, for the sheer pleasure of seeing them shine. Starseeds were souls, the very essence of a living person, the life force itself condensed into a tangible object, and they were gorgeous. Their presence represented life after death, happiness after sadness, beauty after ugliness. Whenever she beheld one, the dark shadows of her past seemed to fade, and the feeling was indescribable.
For those precious few moments of brightness she was willing to kill a thousand people, just to see that brilliance again and again. There was no greater joy than seeing them emerge from their flower casings and twirl and sparkle. There was nothing she desired more than to discover a starseed that never lost its light, a crystalline soul that would shine its purity forever.
After all, she no longer had one of her own.