He thinks of Bearers, the way they are all treated as objects, enslaved because they were born with magic, distrusted because of it. He's never distrusted Bearers, but he was raised the way he was. He didn't question their station at all until meeting Clive; if he stopped to think about it, he might be ashamed of that, but it's like Alina said to him. The things parents teach their children sink in, whether or not it would seem horrific to outsiders.

"It seems so. Strange how we have these similarities, isn't it? But such great differences too."

He finally looks back at the sky.

"I suppose it is. My apologies. Had I known my inquiry would lead us down this path…" He trails off for a moment. No, he'd have still asked, though maybe in a different way.

"Shall we look for your constellation, then?"