Not a millionaire, just a discerning collector of derelict things. Find a ship in reasonable repair crashed somewhere or floating in space debris and Amanda Holladay could have it in prime shape in no time. He took full advantage of that, being a person prone to picking up things others threw away. Even his Ghost's shell was something he'd found. Though you wouldn't be able to tell for how proudly the little thing wore it.
"When you go home-" because Declan wasn't going to selfishly imply Aoba couldn't by saying 'if, "-I want you to have the memory of seeing the stars. If it's so rare or impossible where or when you're from...it would be nice to have the virtual eternity of space shared between us. I can look at the stars and know we still have that to connect us. It will have to be enough."
He didn't know the ways what he said could be construed. He didn't mean more or less than what the words said on there own, his honesty so open and plain-faced. He didn't dance around things, try to hide them or push them one way or the other. They simply were. Declan hoped Aoba would be able to go home, because that was where Aoba wanted to be. He also hoped Aoba would keep being there, but he wasn't selfish enough to wish that over the former. It would content him to know that when he camped on the moon and gazed up at the stars, somewhere a million miles and a thousand years ago, Aoba was there and those stars were his, too. He couldn't guiltlessly ask for more, and it wasn't his right.
"You should pick some places you'd like to see," he added after leaning over and sniffing the rice, curious. "But I'm definitely taking you to see the Reef. It's the only place that has actual lodgings. Anywhere else we stay when we visit, we'll be camping."
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"When you go home-" because Declan wasn't going to selfishly imply Aoba couldn't by saying 'if, "-I want you to have the memory of seeing the stars. If it's so rare or impossible where or when you're from...it would be nice to have the virtual eternity of space shared between us. I can look at the stars and know we still have that to connect us. It will have to be enough."
He didn't know the ways what he said could be construed. He didn't mean more or less than what the words said on there own, his honesty so open and plain-faced. He didn't dance around things, try to hide them or push them one way or the other. They simply were. Declan hoped Aoba would be able to go home, because that was where Aoba wanted to be. He also hoped Aoba would keep being there, but he wasn't selfish enough to wish that over the former. It would content him to know that when he camped on the moon and gazed up at the stars, somewhere a million miles and a thousand years ago, Aoba was there and those stars were his, too. He couldn't guiltlessly ask for more, and it wasn't his right.
"You should pick some places you'd like to see," he added after leaning over and sniffing the rice, curious. "But I'm definitely taking you to see the Reef. It's the only place that has actual lodgings. Anywhere else we stay when we visit, we'll be camping."