“You can’t win,” a voice whispered. It was not Chaos. It was her own. “You’ve saved everyone 199 times, and each time, the reset comes anyway. You are Sisyphus in a sailor skirt.”
“Then we’ll mourn them,” Usagi said. “And we’ll keep going. That’s what living is.” sailor moon 200
“You’re crying,” he said.
At the center stood a figure wrapped in bandages: Sailor Cosmos, the final form of Sailor Moon from the distant future. But this was not the brave Cosmos of legend. This was a broken goddess, her eyes hollow. “You can’t win,” a voice whispered