“Well, sometimes home is a person.”

“It's Elder who's my safe place. Elder's my home.”

“She was a good person. She didn’t deserve to die.”“I don’t think it works that way.”

“She holds the brightly colored wires in her hand. "Well, that did the trick," she says, smiling.”

“...So, I do what any reasonable person would do when faced with a crying girl.I get the frex out of there.”

“But why run? Run where? What's the point?Seems silly, running.May as well stand here.And wait.The world seems slow.”

“Eldest taught me about ancient religions that worshiped the sun. I never understood why- it's just a ball of light and heat. But if the sun of Sol-Earth swirls in colors and lights like that girl's hair, well, I can see why the ancients would worship that.”