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In Cosmos Administration's eleventh Communications Room, it's dark. The ceiling lights are off, and inside, there is only the dim glow of technology. Anyone outside, passing by in the hallway, would think it was empty. But it isn't: Cupid hasn't left.

"Are you trying to show off?" Cupid questions, because most of the dots on the computer he's observing are moving off-screen, which meant Saturn had won against another fleet at an unreasonably fast pace!

"Yeah! Are you impressed yet? Or should I try harder?"

"I'm very impressed. You're incredible."

They were scared off so easily! And Cupid should probably have been scared off too. He knows more than anyone what the Kraken Mare is like. Is it okay for someone to have that kind of power? To let someone play God? Cosmos Administration doesn't care. Cupid does care, but he doesn't mind if its Saturn!

...That's a silly thought. Why should anyone get an exception?

"Please, go on. Tell me more!"

"I don't think I should. God forbid you get an even bigger ego."

Cupid's having fun, which is a terrible idea, because at the end of the day, Saturn and Cupid will be separated forever, one brave enough to fight for a future in space, and the other bound to Earth by naïve hopefulness. Having fun is... really dumb! Saying "goodbye" will hurt a lot more this way, won't it?

Oh well!

"What'd be wrong with that?"

"You're already insufferable, imagine how much worse you'd be!"

Cupid smiles, soft. He feels like a fool for this— for helping Saturn, for enjoying their banter, for being attached...He really is head over heels! Isn't that annoying? Being infatuated with someone who will never feel the same way back? Maybe! Cupid doesn't mind, though. He has a big heart and he's used to it being trampled on!

He tries very hard to like everyone and everything! But people tend to not like him back. (Which hurts! And they're not sorry, but he forgives them anyways!)

To them, Cupid doesn't feel human enough. (What does it mean to be a real human being?) He is something less than, something alien: a Uranian angel who's fallen from humanity's good graces. Why do you think he likes Saturn? They're different! Saturn is one of few who can understand him in a way that matters.

Children of the stars, sons of space, they're something else!

Cupid's thoughts drift as the conversation lulls. There are so many things to think about! Like what the future has in store for him; he's not sure what do when Cosmos Administration is gone. It's difficult to imagine a life without it. But Cupid isn't scared. He's excited!

After a long pause of silence, Saturn speaks up: "Cupid." His tone has shifted into something more serious. It's very unlike him! "You don't need to do this."

Cupid bites his tongue. "But I want to." There's more that he can say, but he'd rather not!

"Why though?" The Kraken Mare is stationary in an endless void. It's waiting for another foe. It's remained in pristine condition: unnicked, unmarked. Can anyone touch it?

"Why am I helping you?"

"No, why do you want to help?"

"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do."