Northstar Vale i am a hallucination of myself at three years old

when he mentions stars, she lights up. feeling somewhat pleased, he nods and says, "of course. i don't know much, but, there's something so, so soothing about them. that they're always there and always moving without us." sometimes, on hard nights, the brothers would come up with new stories about random groupings of stars they saw. sometimes it'd make okeanos sad, though atwood never thought to ask him about it. 

reiko mentions a sister pack in answer to his self-deprecating joke. atwood's ears twitch. "do you know of a pack named elysium?" he bursts, before he can stop himself. in the space following the words he finds he doesn't know what he wants the answer to be. both yes and no come with their own complications, none of which he feels particularly ready for.