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06. fireflies look like stars

"Watching the stars again, I see."

The mechanized suit towers over you. In the darkness of the endless night sky, Sam's flames, a duet of orange and teal, are all the more brighter. If you weren't one of his comrades, you would've found him threatening.

Sam turns his head. Your footsteps are near-silent as you come up besides him, your arms crossed leisurely with a glass held carelessly in your hand.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now." Such a stark contrast from the sweet voice of his pilot, but your years spent alongside him have turned intimidation into consolation. "Are you drinking again?"

"Not alcohol this time," you chuckle, waving the glass. "Thought I'd try out some of that SoulGlad you bought me. It is a luxury item, after all."

"Is it good?"

"It's alright. I still prefer wine."

Shaking his head, Sam returns his gaze to the cosmos. The topmost floor of the Delphi is like that of a greenhouse, minus the planets. A glass dome covers it from head to toe, allowing for a breathtaking view of the universe. The ship itself moves languidly so that the various nebulae pass in multi-colored clouds.

"It's better in the dream," Sam says. You look up curiously.

"So I've heard. 'As rich and sweet as divine nectar', was it?"

"Yes." Sam's robotic voice turns wistful. "Even though I was already in a dream, with just a sip of that, I felt as though I was floating. It was truly... a sweet dream."

You smile softly. "I'm glad."

The glass is cold against your lips as you drink the last of the soda. True to its advertisements, the carbonation leaves you feeling giddy and joyful... but it's not enough. It's too gentle, too kind, too... pliant. After all, knowing that you are asleep and dreaming- ruins the dream itself.

A sigh leaves you. Light gently shines down on you from the kaleidoscope of distant stars. Soft piano music plays in the background, courtesy of Kafka.

"I looked at the dream bubble earlier."

Sam hums, his flames glowing brighter momentarily.

"Did you... like it?" he asks hesitantly. His meekness was kind of cute, like a puppy. It was one of the things that you like about him, though.

You spy a faraway planet in the sky. From here, it looks like a small speck amongst the vast universe. But to someone else, it might've been their whole world.

"Where did you find such a dream?" you say instead. "It couldn't have been easy."

It should've been impossible.

"I'm not entirely sure," Sam admits. "Dr. Edward - he's the person who runs the Dreamscape Sales Store - didn't specify. Then again, the nature of his products is... peculiar, to say the least."

"Hm." Your eyes become lidded. "That's unfortunate. I would've liked to know who had made such a wonderful dream."

Sam glances at you hopefully. "You liked it, then?"

You hum idly. "Yes, it was... nice. Not totally accurate, but nice."

You don't have to see Firefly's face to know that she's smiling. "I'm glad. I was worried that, well..."

"That I'd get offended?" you chuckle. "Sparky, you know me better than that. Besides..."

Your arms uncross, and the glass disappears into multiple speckles of light.

"All that matters is that someone remembers it. As the years pass, accuracy holds less and less value."

"I... I guess that's true," Sam admits. "Still, though..."