[ Though they haven't known each other long, Himeka is becoming well attuned to the fact that Amos is a man of few words, so the words he does share are chosen with care and intent and should be taken as such. It's why his statement, while simple in its structure, is enough to slow her pace a bit as she draws quite for a moment herself. And just looks at Amos, at the dirt path they walk, and then back at him.

He wouldn't know that she's been questioning that very fact of late. The past year or so of her life has been...tumulus. And forced more self-reflection than she would have liked. ]

I try to be.

[ She wants to be. ]

It helps if you surround yourself with good people. It might rub off one day.

[ Himeka winks with that. It's what she hopes for, at least.

His question is easier to answer with her typical casual exuberance. She's mastered the art of speaking of exciting things while making them feel like an old hat at the same time. ]

More often than it should. Sometimes it's just saving people from each other or themselves, and if I'm honest, the nebulous "void" is a much easier enemy to point fingers at.

[ Something nameless and dark. Where the evil things spawn.

Or so they say. She knows now it's not so simple.

Himeka shrugs. ]

What about you? What do you and your friends do while you're traveling in your endless starry skies?