[Listening to her, the panic of his existential crisis quiets. There are things he understands in there, catching his attention like the beautiful scales in the sand.
'Those like us are wrong, and Are-Not.'
That, among all those words he just doesn't understand, strikes a chord, and when she closes her eyes, he glances up, even though there are no stars out now but the sun. Why don't the stars care about him?]
Because I'm nobody.
[He looks at her again, hand finally unclenching slowly from his shirtfront.]
Nobody special. It's not like they're up there for me.
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'Those like us are wrong, and Are-Not.'
That, among all those words he just doesn't understand, strikes a chord, and when she closes her eyes, he glances up, even though there are no stars out now but the sun. Why don't the stars care about him?]
Because I'm nobody.
[He looks at her again, hand finally unclenching slowly from his shirtfront.]
Nobody special. It's not like they're up there for me.