"See, exactly. Black isn't right without a splash of color for it to give life to," she said. She wore some muted colors here, but there was always pretty vibrant reds and purples in the midst of the black, far more in line with one camp than the other.

"Mmmm, yes, they and Makoto are from the same world," she said, not quite touching on the whole Senshi thing. She didn't know who was read in or not, and so rarely spoke about it. "And she is quite special. A regular goddess of love." She giggled a little.

"She actually kind of is, at least to me."