"An object in space... I see..." Having lived on the interior surface of a world, it was hard to imagine such a thing. He supposed it might look like a star.

He was a bit surprised when she touched his hand, but one look at her face made Futomimi's heart swell, as much as remembering these dire days hurt. She understood. He could only nod at her last words, not having the strength to retell the tale of the massacre, not even wanting to think about it. Not tonight.

"You too?"