[... Oh. She sees. A little like Norwich, then; factory-driven, production driven, when those who can work and produce can make a fortune, and those who can't are trampled beneath.

So much production as to choke out the stars... she can't even imagine.

What she can read, ever-so-easily, is the guilt on him. It's... a shame, she thinks, that he feels responsible for a position he was put in, for a world that follows laws that are not always so easily broken.]

... I'm sorry that you had to go through that. But I'm glad... that the stars are here for you now, even if they're different stars from back home.

I think... knowing that they're always there and can always be relied on is really comforting, you know?