Bearclaw Valley snake oil

If he were human then Taylor would've known that he was named after a retired space telescope and thought it was funny that he shared his name with a now-useless mass of metal and technology was drifting through space with a wild and blind eye. How fitting, he would think. How cruel.
Down on earth, he hears a thank you from miles and miles away. He presses the secret to Evien. Taylor is no doctor, but even he knows that the first rule of being one is: do no harm. How different they were. How unknowable to each other they should seem.
A long pause. Yeah. 
The single Kepler split into two. One Kepler only existed in the moments before this conversation. He was afraid and running from a brother than wanted to pick him apart anaestheticless. The other Kepler had stopped running. He had settled in a home just waking up from the winter with someone who cared about him and who he cared about too.
Let's try this.
That voice, that face, those hands, finally being buried. Auf Wiedersehen.