Exhausted from the day's trials, you and Dainsleif found yourselves atop a hill, gazing at the breathtaking night sky. "Hah..." Dainsleif let out a dry half-chuckle at the sight, a sound so faint it almost got lost in the gentle rustle of the wind through the grass. Neither of you spoke for a while, each lost in your own thoughts as you gazed up at the heavens.

Then, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and you turned toward Dainsleif, expecting a moment of shared wonder. However, your expression faltered as you saw his face. His eyes, still fixed on the stars, had a distant look in them, as if he were peering into a past that could never be reclaimed. Dainsleif stood next to you, yet you felt as if you were worlds apart. The Khaenri'ahn star-shaped pupils in his eyes mirrored the ones in the night sky—both sets of lights shone brightly, yet one held the weight of the living, while the other only existed in the canvas of the night sky.

You sensed a lingering melancholy around him, a quiet reflection of the lost days when Khaenri'ahn fell. It was as if the stars held within them the memories of a tragedy etched into his very being. You couldn't help but wonder if he was reminiscing about someone specifically lost on that fateful day. Was Halfdan, too, now a part of those stars? ‎ As if reading your thoughts, Dainsleif's eyes darkened, his internal struggle evident. "How cruel fate is to not be one with the stars," he whispered, almost to himself, as if the night sky held the answers to the questions that tormented his immortal soul.