[ She appears as if about to speak-- perhaps another denial, a cheeky that's a secret, too, or even a generic, encompassing that this world be restored-- only then to press her lips together.
When she begins again, her tone is far quieter. ]
The stars. The real ones.
[ It's a safe wish. Revealing the stars may mean that the atmosphere beyond the barrier has cleared up some to see them, not just whatever is displayed upon the dome. She's looking at their living room, but she tilts her chin upward as if she could see beyond the structure of the house and the barrier above.
She wonders how long it would take to see them again. As for herself, she hasn't seen them in five hundred years. ]
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When she begins again, her tone is far quieter. ]
The stars. The real ones.
[ It's a safe wish. Revealing the stars may mean that the atmosphere beyond the barrier has cleared up some to see them, not just whatever is displayed upon the dome. She's looking at their living room, but she tilts her chin upward as if she could see beyond the structure of the house and the barrier above.
She wonders how long it would take to see them again. As for herself, she hasn't seen them in five hundred years. ]