Valerian watches from the entrance to the observatory, his blue eyes cold, his hands shaking slightly.

His grip on the dagger tightens as he watches you, and he swallows.

You were gazing through one of the telescopes, silent, your eyes wide with wonder.

He wanted to kill you. He hated you. You were his enemy, and he despised you to no end. But... He just... Had to wait.

He had to wait until you found your favorite star. One last happy thing before you never got to see it again.

You were oblivious to his presence.