Pilot Light, Pale Rapture
You would appear in his windowsill and he would be so happy – or maybe he would wake you up first, and you would cry and jump up and down because the Heir is awake, and you have so much to explore! You’d watch the eclipse, dazzled, as Skaialight flitted across cumulonimbi. And John would come to know all of your Prospitian friends, and as the gilded planet revolved ‘round Skaia you would tell him all about your life and how you had waited for this. You wouldn’t be alone anymore.
The reality is – not disappointing, no. You won’t call it that. The reality is. Different.
- Part 1 of Pilot Light, Pale Rapture
Up until just moments ago, Jane Crocker was sitting on your kitchen floor rearranging your stacks of Tupperware with mathematical precision. Jake had fallen asleep with his phone nestled between his chin and his collarbone. But now your ectoparents are gone, headed back to where they came from.
Your brother is the only one who stays. You appreciate this more than you could ever say aloud.
- Part 2 of Pilot Light, Pale Rapture