Oh, by that ever-loving Entity. Red eyes rolled in their sockets. She could call herself Sailor Mercury, but she was still spouting the same things she had as Ami. Protect the weak. Save the fools who cannot save themselves.

"How altruistic," he said, his words slow and sarcastic.

The sun was hot on his pale skin and he pulled up the cowl he generally left to lay at his shoulders. The last time he'd worn it, he had been passing himself off as the Prophet to his mother, a woman he had discussed for some length with the girl near him now.