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The vagabond remained staring at the heavens, trying to recognize the stars from his memory, constellations both familiar and alien to the Terran people lingering within his mind. Some of them he had visited, at one point or another, but there was still so very much that he had yet to see, now that he had the time to travel. Of course he had asked Gareth as to his statement, and its false nature, but still some part of him lingered on that word, the one used in conjunction with that rare adjective.

Night.

But it was better that he didn't think of that now, with this one - this Gareth - as the hood turned again back down to the Earth and to his companion, the only one who dared risk his attention. "There was none to be taken." For Gareth truly meant none by it, after all, why would he? It was a simple attempt to keep his business his own, and that was the nature of these Terrans, even when they were broadcasting it to the world.

"I simply asked the reason." The whispers came again, perhaps as some manifestation as to his verbal contemplation. "For something is wrong, isn't there?"

He could hear it.