It seems a silly question to ask, as he has little use for the information.But that gentle voice graces him with something that is not quite an answer. “We thought you might like some company.”
Kitt nods. “I would. Thank you.”
Death has been kind to him.
There is a long pause.
“Do you think I’m a monster?” He isn’t sure why he feels the need to ask a pair of stars.
The female’s voice is sad. “No. You are your father’s sins.”
“You’re not alone in that.” This reassurance comes from the second star, in a deep voice.
“But I am alone here,” Kitt says solemnly. “You two have one another.”
The softer star informs, “Life ripped us apart.”
“Death brought us together,” the rougher one finishes.
There is something so vaguely familiar about the pair of glowing orbs. Kitt doesn’t ponder this absurdity further. Instead, he sits once again, folding his legs beneath him. “Would you…” He feels oddly shy. “Would you stay with me awhile?”
Kitt could have sworn it looked as though the stars were smiling at him. That warm, bubbly voice fills the void between them in response. “Until you see your brother again, if you like.”
The deep voice rumbles above him. “We are all waiting for someone.”
