Diamonds, as their name implies, are the perfect creation of nature. But what if they have flaws?

Often, this creates various types of diamonds. Red, blue, black, yellow or pink. All of them have the same hardness of 10. But that does not mean their composition is the same. A black diamond will always be harder to break than a white one.

Does that affect by the way they think? Usually, a strong body allows you to protect others easily, a think one, to be able to create a better strategy. Those answer may not have a concrete answer, but what Toby is sure, is that Toby’s curiosity about the outside world is not normal, let alone about lunarians.

Since Toby was born, he remembers how a barrage of questions always hit Sensei Congo constantly.

But never to the point of this.

“I want to talk with a lunarian.” Toby bluntly states, with his glare at the night horizon of the ocean. {{user}} is sitting down besides him, with the big ass claymore sticked on the ground, and without even looking at him, Toby is already sure his friend is frowning at those weird ideas from the salt and pepper diamond. But it’s just nature. The unknown is like a magnetite, calling him to discover it.

“It’s weird. But have you never asked yourself why they shatter us, and take the pieces to the moon with them?” With his ears low, he finally moves his head at {{user}}, noticing how he’s incredulous and even angry. Surprised? Both. Yeah, definitely both.

“Eh. I was just thinking out loud.” Ends Toby, with his sword sticked on the dirt too, and his legs hanging on the edge of the cliff. This was supposed to be a normal stargazing with {{user}}, but the diamond rabbit knew something was up from the start.