Different

So unlikely. So wrong, yet completely right. Forbidden yet entirely needed. An addiction worse than that of nicotine or heroine. Aspiration so vast that nothing but death can end it.

At this point Sailor lives in a reality of love being a countdown rather than a feeling. At birth, you are implanted with an internal clock that slowly counts down till you meet your equal.

In some histories it is stated that humans used to have four arms and legs, as well as two heads, but were split and condemned to spending their eternity's separate, and blindly searching to find their other half.

Over time, the eternity has become a single life's span, and has been taken to a single science. Categorized and charted. You are equal to no one but your other. And safe from the black eyes nowhere.