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[grabaslice]

[Best Caduceus not ask, or he'll be info dumped at about them-

Leonardo seems briefly self-conscious as he speaks. Thinking about the 'why' felt silly now.] It might sound a little dumb, but... I liked looking at the moon because it made me feel less alone. If I could see the moon from the sewers, so could anyone else looking up at it too.

[steepwithdead]

I don't think it's dumb. It's a poetic way of looking at things, really. There's plenty of seemingly mundane things I'd look at to remember my family, when I was alone.

[grabaslice]

You can always find a little bit of the people you love in the most unexpected places. [He agrees softly, heartened by the passing assurance.]

Even when the invasion got much worse, I'd try to look at the moon where I could. At least before the skies started changing and pollution took over.

[steepwithdead]

Pollution... you reached a point where you could no longer see a moon?

[Forest man not used to even the grey skies of city life, he has no idea.]

[grabaslice]

New York air wasn't clean enough we could see the stars very clearly before the invasion, but- after- [He waggles a hand, trying to give himself a moment to find the words. He internalized it as his normal for so long, its strange to bring back up.] The skies turned red, and you couldn't see the sun or moon. It became hard to tell when it was night or day sometimes.

I heard worse happened in other places. Sunk islands, fires that wouldn't go out, really wasn't great.

I had a whole plan on how to clean things up enough we could live on earth again, but, y'know, never happened.

[steepwithdead]

Ah...

[Yeah, he'd heard the story, or enough of it to get a picture. A world turned to dust, empty of all life except the aliens and their playthings. He can't imagine why it would be desirable, why that would be a victory condition for any sentient being. Then again, evil is not a thing he inherently understands, so he likely never will get it. He has no desire to think deeply on the wishes of monsters.]

Maybe those thoughts can be carried through somehow to the new world you'll call home. Improving the status of any world is a worthy cause.

[grabaslice]

Eh, they won't need an old war horse spouting anything at them in that version of New York. [He offers back with a shrug.]

Casey has big ideas about living in a cabin in the woods. I'm hopeful, but... I wouldn't be surprised if I end up back underground again. [He doesn't doubt Casey's plans, but Leonardo knows people. He understands he won't be accepted by humans all too easily. He takes it casually, relaxed still as he blows a petal out of his eyes.]

Casey and Hunter are human enough to get the perks, y'know?