when you wish upon a star

"You know, Phasma, you're a lot more cautious than me, but I guess that's understandable, given that you don't know where you came from. I still haven't figured out how I know."

Phasma, quietly, observed that Seren had no idea how they knew anything, generally, and ever more rarely stopped to inquire or question.

"And the things you can learn about humans! I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm what they call aroace - which is awesome, by the way - but even things that I would think are classified as, like, intimate acts, are just casual. An infinite spectrum, you might say!"

"Fluid," murmured Phasma, studying their agreement with this sentiment. It was a topic upon which they were happy to listen and learn, though they didn't like to participate. They would, however, be amenable to testing their own understanding agin Seren's, depending on how this next revelation went. Fluid, indeed.

Seren's eyes lit up somehow brighter. "Yeah! The fluidity of sexuality" - they donned a dramatic air, even as they spoke more specifically than L ever did or could - "never ceases to amaze me. Take Seer: he's always kissing Al, but he told me he's actually not gay. Xe called it a taunt!"

Before he could stop himself, Phasma replied, solemn eyes as pale as pricks, "I- what?"