"Yeah," Summer sighed heavily, "we're on that last 'sometimes.' And, like, I know. I know it, deep down, almost stronger than I know anything. I feel like I've known from the moment I left Coruscant, even though there's no way it would have happened yet..."

She shook her head lightly, sniffled again, rubbed a fresh tear teetering off the tip of her nose with a finger.

"And that,' her hand gestured accordingly toward the view from the terrace...or maybe even the whole multiverse, while they were at it, "reminded me of a time when there wasn't a box, or at least there was the vague notion of a box, where the box itself was almost a box, because it was both there and not there.

"Which is stupid," she added, almost angrily, "because that's not even a nebula out there, it's just....space ass space, but noooo, it had to have a streak of color in it that was the same color as the streak across Archeon that day, like, five fucking years ago, out of fucking no where...!"

The rant ended in a sort of desperate half-sob, threatening to run her all through it again.