"I will never get used to the sun, I'm afraid" he said and tried to pull his hood a bit more to the front so it would shield his face from the sun. The heat would still come throught, bt he didn't really mind the heat. He had gotten used to that. Reaper looked over at her and smiled quietly. A couple of windows opened and townsfolk started to crawl out of their homes to do their daily chores. He looked at an old man that walked out with a walking stick in his hand. "Hmh... Youth these days. Leaving for yet another adventure. It was different in my days..." he muttered and Alzibar couldn't but smile at his words. If the old man would've known the truth, he thought and shook his head, turning back to see the rebels that started to quicken the pace slowly
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan