[He looks up without thinking, blinking up at the sky in wonder. Wouldn't that be fantastic?]

No more sky...

[He says it quietly, thoughtfully. He wishes he could see it. He wants to be everything his fellow Displaced are. Archaelogists, space explorers. His mom would complain that his heads are in the clouds.

He smiles at that last part.] Really? I mean, yeah, of course! I spent a lot of my childhood running from my teachers and hiding in the woods. So whittling, reading, and looking after flowers is what I do.