[ Yeah.

They were. For some... sick amusement. Siffrin traces lines on the chart, ones that aren't there. ]

Yeah. They're pretty innocent, just... far away.

[ Cold, unfeeling, always watching.

(You hate the stars as much as you love them. Stupid, stupid, stupid.)

Siffrin'll unscroll another chart and set it beside the one they're working on. ]

... Wanna make up some constellations? We can look for them, too. I think these are the ones in season. The sky matches enough.