[ They aren't broodmates, but the ideas remains the same. Her word– "awful"– rings out with such clarity, a bitterness that can't be hidden. The underlying emotions are there too, and he catches glimpses of her life, her view. It's as though it passes through a hazy filter, nothing like the crystal clarity of someone like Nathaniel or Lexa. Still, though it's aggravating that they even have this connection, he can tell she's trying not to dwell.

For his sake maybe. Or for hers. ]

No need to apologize, I doubt many are used to describing their worlds to outsiders. [ Frankly, he doesn't really know how he'd explain the Outer Rim. Or Arkanis. Any of the places that had solid land and water and resources. What he knows best are Star Destroyers and ships. ]

This would be the pinnacle? [ He's not exactly horrified, because it takes more than that to shake him, but he's edging on shocked. It's overlaid with curiosity, already thinking of a few places that could match it. ]

I suppose people default to chaos everywhere. [ This shouldn't be surprising but is, anyway. ] Regardless, if it's routine...

[ He trails off, half addressing the last impressions she gave. Pandora, for all that she's described, sounds like a hell hole. But, having grown used to it, familiarity will always take precedence over the strange and new. ]