SOMETHING ABOUT IT - aya

His humming stopped, though his eyes were still planted up on the stars, refusing to turn his indigo gaze over to Aya, too enraptured to turn away from the anomaly. "Stars," he said, voice sounding so sincere and revealing that it was disquieting, to him especially - the cold veil of his voice had been something maintained since he was a young child, and not even he had heard it be anything but deep and robotic. "Stars are... different. Wrong."

"Self, came from elsewhere. Most likely theory previously, was from different location on same planet, but... stars confirm theory that self changed realities." There was quiet again, letting the sound of the waves lapping up on the shore fill the void in the conversation. "Self, old. Almost double age of average female goliath birdeater - more than triple maximum age of male birdeater. Have died, though. Multiple times. Always... always came back. Occasionally, returned within hours. Most recent death, though...."

He made a sound like a deep breath being inhaled and shifted backwards, rotating to stare Aya face to face, in the eyes, like a real conversationalist. "Greetings, subject Aya," he said, the greeting egregiously out of order in the conversation. "Does subject require something?"

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