oh, it's too late. he leans back on the beetle, looking space-ward, gesturing at nothing in particular. if he sounds a bit wistful, it's because he really is, painfully so. he'd been stuck on earth for seven decades before he came here - it was a self-imposed exile, but even still, it was completely intolerable when all he's craved is the VOID (mostly, the things contained within the void.)
well, he says it wistfully, but grandly, ]
I was born on a planet [ that's specific ], but I've spent over two thousand years traveling the cosmos, visiting every star in the sky. Wherever I like, whenever I like - dinner on Betelgeuse and afters on Mars.
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oh, it's too late. he leans back on the beetle, looking space-ward, gesturing at nothing in particular. if he sounds a bit wistful, it's because he really is, painfully so. he'd been stuck on earth for seven decades before he came here - it was a self-imposed exile, but even still, it was completely intolerable when all he's craved is the VOID (mostly, the things contained within the void.)
well, he says it wistfully, but grandly, ]
I was born on a planet [ that's specific ], but I've spent over two thousand years traveling the cosmos, visiting every star in the sky. Wherever I like, whenever I like - dinner on Betelgeuse and afters on Mars.
...In my universe, anyway.