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She wonders at the stars that Chrono sees when he closes his eyes at night, if they bear familiar faces like they do in her dreams, if the names change from the ones he knows in waking to friends, family, those he might not even like in sleep. He seems old for someone who looks so young, the kind of juxtaposition she understands more each day as she's called young, treated young, ignored for the things she's already lived through.

She wonders how it came to be that such a person could have such a devastating strength, between the physicality of his motions to the reach of the Time he fades to monochrome; as she wonders, she also hopes, that his heart and head can keep up with the demands such strength make necessary, to keep from collapsing under the weight of his own largess. Stars like pinpoints of light in his eyes... she hopes those are what he sees, in the dark of his own mind. Stars come close with warmth and memories, with names like Rosette, and Lenalee, and friends from days long gone.