Takasugi doesn't remember much about the first time he'd stood on a space vessel, a large glass pane the only thing between him and the vastness of space. An emptiness that would tear him apart in a moment, a place that cannot be occupied but by monsters of metal and rock.

All he can recall is how the sky from the window and the sky from the ground looked so similar.

Scattered stars, constellations he recognized, a consolation no one here receives.

Not every man who stands, touching a window in wonder, is new to space. Takasugi doesn't make such an assumption as he approaches, standing near the edge of the view to look out over the stars. Stagnant-

Ugly.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He doesn't think so.