[ As the feed snaps on accidentally, the sky is pitch-black, sans for the moons' light. On top of the Horton roof stands Kai, dressed as he usually is, with the ends of his scarf dancing in the breeze. His eyesight's directed at both of Fortuna's moons, almost as if he's staring longingly at them. Over his chest are his arms, tight against his
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That's not a reason, Kai!
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Sure it is. You give worse reasons all the time.
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Bet you can't remember a time, though, Kai!
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