His voice is low, and his footsteps silent. In case. It's automatic.
It's a strange house. Lush, and luxuriously furnished, even if Earth's furnishings still look odd to his eyes. But... flimsy, almost, for something so clearly expensive. And spark-lights and electronic things everywhere. It's all electric light and artificial color.
There are pictures, on the wall. Photographs, framed behind smooth machine-cut glass. Two blond children, a boy and a girl. Duncan and Lilly.
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His voice is low, and his footsteps silent. In case. It's automatic.
It's a strange house. Lush, and luxuriously furnished, even if Earth's furnishings still look odd to his eyes. But... flimsy, almost, for something so clearly expensive. And spark-lights and electronic things everywhere. It's all electric light and artificial color.
There are pictures, on the wall. Photographs, framed behind smooth machine-cut glass. Two blond children, a boy and a girl. Duncan and Lilly.
He can't help but study them, as they pass.