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The Drifter's face turned to a confused expression, reflecting his inner thoughts. Kiiya's lecture was lost on him. To Bruce, who had been through modern high school, this would be nothing new.

But to The Drifter, this was a hard pill to swallow. Somehow, by some fluke, The Drifter's mind was stuck in 1895; the age when the West was starting to slowly die off. The automobile hadn't existed and science hadn't entirely proven that stars were what Kiiya had described. Stars were distant and untouchable, the subject of millions of penny dreadfuls read by young boys dreaming of the future. The Drifter didn't think about these things - he was a simple minded man, a tool of Aegis. Precisely, a gun of Aegis. He didn't ponder outer space and the theories of science, he killed things. There wasn't much space in his brain for anything other than killing and simple conversations.

So the next words were the only logical response to him. "That's a load of bullshit. Ah've seen men wither up and die because of the sun, but at th' same time ah ain't never seen anybody fall o'er dead 'cuz they was lookin' at the stars."