Galaxia: Don't you see?
Galaxia: No one can defeat me!
Galaxia: I'll cut your Star Seed into pieces so it'll never shine again!
Galaxia: Die!
Moon: Fighter!
Fighter: I won't let you! This girl...
Fighter: I will protect this girl's shine! Even if it means my life!
Healer&Maker: Fighter!
Galaxia: Protect? Don't make me laugh!
Moon: Healer! Maker!
Galaxia: Does everyone want to jump in front of my blade and die?
Healer: You'll never know!
Galaxia: What?
Healer: A girl with such a warm light isn't supposed to disappear!
Maker: I don't want to see a world where the Light of Hope has gone out!
Moon: Healer! Maker!
Fighter: I really like your shine, until the very end!
Moon: Fighter!
Fighter: We can leave you...
Fighter: ...all of our hope!
Fighter: The three sky-racing, shooting stars are going to burn out!
Fighter: I will show you our last sparkle!
Galaxia: Then I'll turn that sparkle into pitch darkness!
Moon: Wait!
Moon: No!
Fighter: Please, Sailor Moon! The Light of Hope for the galaxy!
Moon: No...
Moon: No!
Moon: No!