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Authors Note: Sorry for continually editing this silly thing. The ending is giving me no end of grief.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Every soldier is a guardian; the four of them more than most.
They guard the future; the bright, clean future; a world free from pain. Nothing is more precious. They must pay for it with blood.
You can see the strain of it after a while; humour draining from tired faces; trembling hands gripping makeshift weapons. Then; the pure light that shines from them when they see that they've won; that Usagi is safe, that the future is still intact. The pure light of love.
I am the soldier of courage; but the others match me. I am the soldier of strength; but the others get up every morning as well, and face the grey dawn, knowing no peace.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who guards the gaurdsmen?
When they place themselves in harms way; when they stumble home after dark; when they cluster round our Princess to keep the darkness from her. They all guard her, the future, whom we love. But who is there to care for them? Who protects them in their waking lives, when the sunlight washes them clean and (relatively) normal?
Who guards the guardsmen?
My right. My privilege. My duty.