[Perhaps it is a daunting task, but it helps to have a task at all. Altria hates to admit it to herself, of course... but the freedom of this world is overwhelming. She has always had a task, a goal, something she has to do.
And now...?
... Now, she supposes she will name the stars.
He points to the anvil, and she laughs a little.]
Oh, that one's easy!
[As if it's obvious, even though he would have no way of knowing this man, no way of even knowing he once existed.
But perhaps that is the beauty of putting his name into the stars.]
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And now...?
... Now, she supposes she will name the stars.
He points to the anvil, and she laughs a little.]
Oh, that one's easy!
[As if it's obvious, even though he would have no way of knowing this man, no way of even knowing he once existed.
But perhaps that is the beauty of putting his name into the stars.]
It has to be Ector's Anvil!