[Well, Yuca is quiet, and Vincent likes quiet. He also doesn't care if someone spouts half-nonsense at him, as he ahs endless patience for listening to people who are completely screwed-up memory-wise(Cloud Strife, anyone? Less bagage, same deal.)
So he'll simply stop next to Yuca and look up at the sky with its myriad of stars.]
[Yuca doesn't mind the company- it's actually a little soothing in a way, to be with someone in silence. There's nothing awkward about this, really. Yuca is lost in his memories, Vincent is probably off thinking something or another. It's comfortable, really.
After quite some time, he finally speaks.]
Each star is a sun in its own galaxy. We are never truly able to grasp how expansive the universe is.
So he'll simply stop next to Yuca and look up at the sky with its myriad of stars.]
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After quite some time, he finally speaks.]
Each star is a sun in its own galaxy. We are never truly able to grasp how expansive the universe is.
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We don't need to grasp it, do we?
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Do you?
[It's an honest question, not just wanting to make Yuca keep talking.]
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[He shrugs, looking back up.]
I don't know. Probably not- but I'm closer to it than anyone else I know.
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