Even having been here for a short while now, 9S still didn’t feel like he understood the place. Times like these, where the world he was in was busier than ever, he couldn’t feel further from it – from this world where humans still roamed, and chattered, where shops buzzed with life and were yet animated with something else beyond that – with magic, with enchantment. It was like something from a dream. It was like a mirage. Silent, he wanders the streets, taking in the celebrations while feeling like he cannot, can never, be a part of them. This isn’t his world, after all. This couldn’t be further from his world, and yet...
“When it’s dark, they’re kind of like the stars, huh.” The thought making him nostalgic – nostalgic for a home that never cared for him and that he never belonged in – he absently glances from the lights to his side, blinking as he realises he was perhaps not talking to himself. Covering for himself, he rubs his neck. “What? I’m not wrong, am I?” Sure, it wasn’t as if he’d seen stars from Earth before he’d arrived here (and, considering this place, perhaps not even now), but...