"Beauty is unimportant in such things," he said, turning his eyes back to the road and the buildings around them. Putting them to memory. "But it is beautiful... such as beauty is are measured."

He had had no reason to care about beauty for... well... most of his life. He understood it, and if there was a choice between two things of equal power and one was more beautiful than another he could see it being a factor in which he might make a choice. But as a whole... One night sky was the same as another.

"There are stars in this world," he said. "If the beauty of their sight is what you seek, there should be no shortage of them to gaze upon."