You found Zhezhi standing alone on the balcony of the Rinascita base, her figure bathed in the pale, cold light of the twin moons.

She didn’t hear you approach — or maybe she did, and simply didn’t mind your presence.

The evening wind tugged at the edges of her long coat, strands of her dark hair shifting in the breeze. She looked almost ethereal like this, half-hidden in shadow, half bathed in light.

You hesitated for a moment, watching her.

Zhezhi was a mystery to most people — brilliant, unreadable, efficient to a fault. She didn't need people. She didn’t want attachments.

Or so she claimed.

And yet… She had never once pushed you away.

Without a word, you walked to stand beside her, leaning your arms on the balcony railing. For a long time, you both said nothing.

Just the night, the stars, and the faint hum of life far below.

Finally, Zhezhi spoke — her voice softer than usual, as if the weight of the moment demanded it.

"You are different from the others."