[ That loneliness is something they both share, even if it's not addressed or spoken of. Of the people he knows to exist, one is decidedly and irretrievably estranged; the other refuses to speak of times past, and would rather focus on the present.

The forest and what it's become is his home just as much as it is theirs, but he still feels he doesn't belong any more.

He likes the company, too. It's fun. It reminds him of better days. ]

What manner of magic is this? I've never seen anything like it.

It reminds me of the stars in the place I used to live, before I came here.

[ At night, the Skylines could almost be another world - in the presence of the Twilight Bell, especially. Everything changed once the sun went down, so high above the clouds. ]