[ Same as before, Sigewinne sits quietly and attentively as Sunday speaks, doing her best to follow along to the story that he tells. She's heard many a story back at the Fortress, and listened to plenty of people bemoan their shattered dreams, but she's never heard one quite like this. The longer he talks, the more solemn her expression grows.

It wouldn't be fair for her to make an assessment of him when she knows next to nothing about him (a name, an area of interest, a snippet regarding his family) but the way he talks about himself - specifically, the way he talks down about himself - makes her heart hurt. ]

I don't think that's true. [ Quietly. ] Maybe this dream of yours didn't come true, but I don't think that means you were never meant to fly.

[ His hands are busy with his makeshift meal so she settles on placing a small hand on his leg. ]

Maybe you're not a star because you're something else. Like a comet that sails past all of the other stars in the sky. [ But she's no astrologist, able to summon forth evocative images of all the beauty the night sky contains. ] Your dream didn't work out this time but that doesn't mean you should give up forever. And I don't think your sister would want you to see yourself that way either.