[ He's homesick, still feeling empty because of it, but the awe in her voice takes him back. Space became routine for him, but growing up grounded — being presently grounded, at that — has done a good job of reminding him that yeah. Being free from a planet's constraints, in the infinite, empty black is something amazing. Blinks again, stares at nothing in particular ahead of them, gaze unfocused.

Can't help but smile for a second at her question, a blink-and-you'll-miss-it upwards quirking of his lips. ]

No such thing as up. There's objects around. Different planets, or stations where people live, hundreds of millions of klicks apart. More than that. You have a map on your ship, chart a course, it takes you there. But there's no up. No down. Everything's just... there.

[ Kind of like they had been, two people in nothingness, only with that infinity he'd longed for. Kinda hates it now, because it means he's never getting back home.

Doesn't know why she looks sheepish about Mitera — now it's his turn to take a moment to forget how fucked up everything is for him, look at her in awe. Instantaneous travel sounds. Fucking incredible. ]

Like the portals here? [ That's his closest frame of reference. ] I'd kill to be able to go somewhere that quickly.

[ Literally, but who's counting. The technology alone— Amos shakes his head, exhales in wonderment. Maybe a bit of longing. ]

I like that. Even if they aren't home, sounds like they kinda are.