"Is that so?" Declan replied, barely above a whisper as he glance Aoba's way. If he deserved all the happiness he could get...why didn't more come to him. Why were things so complicated? Mysteries of the universe, he supposed, looking back out the window and reaching over to tap a few things, gradually turning the ship's trajectory towards Venus and adjusting the speed. Aoba didn't want to jump immediately, so they would just travel at a good clip.

The question gave him pause, chest rising and falling with a sigh as he reached to unbuckle himself, standing to stretch.

"No one knows," Ghost answered after a moment, blue eye flicking up and down, a mixture of apology and trepidation. "We Ghosts...we're very attached to our Guardians. In more ways than the literal. We talk among ourselves, ask whatever questions we can, debate. There's no answer though. Not until we revive the Traveler and can ask. But...as a benevolent force, we can at least safely assume nothing untoward."