Stay Here / Accroche-Moi
She was the shadow between them, the division between night and day, her presence a veil before the majesty of her mistress, sullen and wrathful as she was. For the longest time, she had served as the other's informant, her courtier, her courtesan, an object to be played with, to bear the brunt of her frustrations when plans did not come to fruition. If she had once had a name, she had long since forgotten it, the root of her identity lost in the bleak future and ancient past from whence her mistress had arisen, just as her star seed had also dimmed into obscurity. Now, all that was left, was that which her mistress had given her; now, whoever once she had been, she was hereafter simply Sailor Buttress.
Beneath her armour, old scars ached, old wounds wept. The pain no longer mattered.
She was the shadow between them, the division between night and day. She lifted her head, the darkness of her uniform absorbing the starlight that touched it, drawing everything in, letting nothing out. There was no past, there was no future, there was only Sailor Galaxia, and the strength she wielded over the entirety of creation.