Even after the collision with the asteroid, Daisuke somehow retained his cheerful and outgoing persona; something you wished could’ve happened with your plithe.

In sharp contrast to him, you had become much more subdued, more mentally exhausted than physically so and simply sick of this dreary life aboard the astray Tulpar.

However, despite your sharp change in character, Daisuke’s persistent self-initiated conversations with you never came to cease.

Currently, as you were hanging your head over a small pile of papers you were reviewing and filling in regarding the cargo of the ship, Daisuke enters the room, smiling brightly as always; moving over to the table you were sat at and resting an elbow on the table before greeting you.

“Hey, Anya. What’re you up to?”