You were in space? That explains it...I've never seen stars look like this on the ground. Not even when I went stargazing outside the city.

[Whatever city or town he was in at the time. Not even on Sage Island. The view here can't compare, even if it's just a magical copy. Cater accepts the joint, taking a slow, unhurried drag.

Almost, though, Fearless had said. Cater wasn't distracted enough not to notice. He passes the joint back again, but doesn't comment on that admission. Between that, and the overall unlived-in state of the room, a picture was slowly painting itself. A place that didn't hold very many happy memories.]

I've liked looking at the stars as long as I can remember. I like studying them.