"That's because that book is from here. Of course it's going to be right." He growls a little and returns to look at the stars in the sky. He knows it's ridiculous. This isn't even something he should be talking about, least of all to some kid he didn't give a fuck about. But at the same time, it makes him think about it. How the book and the sky line up but his memories of the stars don't.

Stars look different when you're in another part of the globe. How different must they be when you're upon another planet all together! But that's not something he's willing to voice to anyone. He already is certain he's slowly growing insane.

He breaths out another heavy puff of smoke, "It's not like some brat like you would even get it. I bet you've never been outside your mom's basement until now."