"It was only one star we were after," he says, deliberately avoiding the question of frustration or boredom. There were squabbles. There were fights. And now they're all dead. There's no reason to think about it past this moment in time.

"What do you know of the stars?" he asks, always up for a bit of a learning moment, even in this impossible situation. He casts a glance to their guards, hoping that they won't be fussed at as long as they continue to walk.