Comforted by vastness. It's weird, but Lucy knows exactly what Musashi means. Looking up at that sky, knowing about how huge space is, it makes you feel like all your problems are just a speck of dust to the universe. Inconsequential. And there's something nice in that, you know?

The question makes her expression shutter. She shouldn't have talked about wondering about people on the moon, that was stupid, too vulnerable, too close to everything she's keeping close to her heart. But there's no maliciousness in Musashi's question, those blue eyes are clear and open, and... if there's anybody here that she can trust, really trust, it's Musashi.

To cover the faint shaking in her fingers, Lucy takes a hit off the vape again.

"Yeah. It... totally failed to live up to expectations." A pause. "And it was everything I'd ever wanted."

In the end, all she'd wanted was someone to share it with. Someone whose hand she could take as they ran weightlessly across grey moondust. Someone whose joy she could watch, highlighted in the naked sun. David. He'd become such a big part of that dream, and in the end, he hadn't been there. The distant Earth had still been beautiful, the rugged desolation had been inspiring. But David had been missing.

She tips her head upward, where she can see the sky beyond the walls of the open bath. Magisteria's three moons aren't visible right now.

"I'd still like to go back," she murmurs. "Maybe it'd be different next time."