[The who. Palamedes shrugs, having no idea who any of those are supposed to be, and not really comprehending why the Earth people would consider the years a different length instead of just picking a standard and calling that A Year, regardless of where the planets are at any given time? Perhaps the Empire had one thing going for it.

He thinks, instead, about the idea of killing a planet through negligence - not the way a necromancer might kill a planet, a terrible thought he's still not sure he can dwell on without going into a catatonic rage, but just by not caring about it. The Sixth - Mercury - may have been a shitty little rock before people lived on it, but if people live on it because they broke Earth...

It makes him a little angry. He'd never breathed unrecycled air until Canaan House. People in Trench look at him like he's insane when he says he'd never seen a real tree, or that the sun simply does not rise on the Sixth or they would be dead a million times over. The First had so much glittering blue.]

There's still water. Honestly, there's more water than I knew to expect, and you can see the First sometimes from the view screens at home. Not— it isn't blue from that far, of course. But the water is still there.

[He gives her a brief smile, a little crooked and strained, like, this isn't helping. Anyway.]

Your pictures...?