“Nothing new,” he replied, leaning back against the tree. The leaves looked so pretty— like gems, thin gems, filtering the light through.
He missed the light in the caverns. He’d considered going into the industry, chiseling lights, but he probably would have broken the Nullite tools.
But what if he hadn’t? Maybe he would have been happy, with no reason to break things. Or maybe he wouldn’t have been able to break those things.
He felt himself relax. Good, good. These thoughts were safe. Almost happy, even.
He hoped Gaioh was happy, wherever he was.