"You know," she says quietly, looking back down into the crater, "this is what I loved first. Not even flying. But imagining...this. Planets, and meteors, and the forces that shape them. Forces that have nothing to do with us, with humanity or even life. Forces that," she crouches down and picks up a fistful of dirt, and the grains are so fine that they just float away, "turn dust into planets, stars." Slowly, she gets up and brushes off her hand.

"But people forget. I don't mean...Earth, so much, people don't know. But my new world. They travel stars and move from planet to planet, and they don't see...they don't see the wonder in it anymore." Biting her lip, she looks from him to the crater.

"It's...sad, almost."