Sulen looks up at Eddox, their tense posture relaxing a little. For a lovely moment, they're not a desperate, confused rebel, unsure at every moment whether the universe is better off with them alive or dead. They're at a party, with a glass of good wine, and there's nothing in their head but images of strange beings swimming through a vast ocean, limbs dancing with light. "Do they communicate through colors?" Sulen asks, almost wistfully.