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Dirge had never thought of it that way, though he could see the idea working. It sounded nice, maybe more nice than the reality of how their world worked. But if they couldn't take comfort in something, then he suspected that there was little point to life at all. At least that was the impression the world had left on him; his own rough upbringing had given him some appreciation for the minor things in life. Even if he chose not to acknowledge it at times.

"That's a tame way of thinking," he said with amusement. "But I can see how it would work. Even the moon glows as much as it can." If the sun was at rest, then someone out there had to pick up the job for a bit. There was a pause, followed by his rejoinder: "The stars too, for that matter." They twinkled right along in the night sky, even when there were clouds to obscure them. If only they knew the reality of the intricacies above.