I don't think it's the same alien. It was more- [Familiar was the word he wanted, if not necessarily comforting, but he's interrupted by Vyse before he could finish.]
What...color? [His eyebrows furrow in confusion. What a strange thing to ask.]
White, I guess. [...No. No, that didn't seem right. It looked white, certainly, but that wasn't the right word. It was more...]
No...it was silver. The Silver Moon. [The Silver Moon. As opposed to a silver moon. The distinction seemed important, as if there was more than one, as if even words themselves carried weight and significance.
What sort of significance, exactly, he couldn't tell.]
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What...color? [His eyebrows furrow in confusion. What a strange thing to ask.]
White, I guess. [...No. No, that didn't seem right. It looked white, certainly, but that wasn't the right word. It was more...]
No...it was silver. The Silver Moon. [The Silver Moon. As opposed to a silver moon. The distinction seemed important, as if there was more than one, as if even words themselves carried weight and significance.
What sort of significance, exactly, he couldn't tell.]