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If he were human, Evien would remind the golden boy that that telescope was a marvel of technology - intricately designed to find planets in orbit around other stars. Seeking other life. It had a purpose, it was important. He would encourage Kepler to think about the advancements in technology that telescope would have opened the door for, what purpose it had served. That it was important.

Evien was more than happy to offer this boy a home. Safe, warm, secure. This place, in Ursus, might not have been ideal for it, no, but there was always a safe haven for Kepler, Fields, Taylor - whatever he wished to be called - to go to. 

"Kepler." The name felt foreign on his tongue, like a twist on his own surname of Kastner. But it was so much better for the boy before him than Fields, than Taylor. It felt more real, more raw, and it just fit. "I like your name."

You have a home here, with me. Perhaps unconventional, perhaps not ideal - all Evien had to offer was himself. Was he enough?