Say, you know what always gets me?”
“The moons,” she said. “We just sort of accept that the biggest object in the sky is breaking apart slowly and one day it’s going to be a really big problem. Nobody seems that scared, even though a lot of us might be still alive when it happens.”
Amelia looked at the biggest moon, Celstus, and the giant crack that ran down its surface. Like an egg just before being dropped into the pan. She had never thought much of it herself.