[ Nebula is in many ways the opposite of Himeka. She doesn't feel the need to travel more than she has to. She barely remembers a life among the stars; The expanse of space feeling like a cold prison on its own. It's the people that matter. This much they agree on. ]

[ Even if some part of her heart disagrees on others. Like people living here, when they can live in others. Servitude makes her skin itch, though she can't know why. It's why she rolls her shoulders and breathes out a laugh: ]

Sure, but you're the one who does harvesting around here. Not me.

[ She wasn't known for that kind of thing, didn't have the skill for it. Growing things would be something for someone else, always. That didn't mean she didn't help in other ways. ] Come on, they're not going to grow any faster if you're watching them.


[ Okay, so that's incorrect, but she means it in the sense of: you know the rules, can't do more right now. Let's do something else. ]