He has put the key into her hands, and because of it, she has seen entire cultures destroyed. She is not the destroyer herself, though they were close once, but she cannot die, she will not die; she must live and record the Fate of nations. She sees many times at once as Sailor Pluto, and the piece of humanity she can grab as Meio Setsuna is no relief, because Pluto is at the gates of time and sees all times at once. Even when she is Setsuna, she is Pluto, and she stands at the breaking point of everything.

As Meio Setsuna, she has made friends with children, and it is an irony not lost on her. Children are the future, something she has no dreams of touching. Her first friend was a child - even when she was Pluto, her first friend was an unhappy, angry princess who couldn't believe anyone could ever love her. Pluto could relate. As Setsuna, there are several more -- all Senshi, five fourteen-year-olds, two sixteen-year-olds. Surrounded by so many of them, she can almost pretend to be human.

There is a moment in time where she has a choice, and she almost never has choices. They are in a helicopter; there is no escape. The youma have attacked it, are in the panels, and she sees two young friends, sixteen years old and lonely, outcast, fling their hands up to cover their faces as the controls spark and explode.

She pulls out her key and stops time, lets them escape where there is no escape.

Her father punishes her for it. She is called to return to the Door of Time (she was there all the time because she is all the time) - and to lose all human parts of herself. He meets her there, her father does, an old man in old robes and with dry, old hands.

She knows those hands.

Those hands remind her of her duty, of her place, of the book she must observe and record the fall of civilization in. They remind her that even children will reach the future and then die, eventually. They remind her that is the place for all things: Life, than death, and sometimes a failure can come in between.

Pluto chokes on dust and tastes death, and she does not scream, she does not scream, she cannot - it is a human thing.