Theo scowled at Niki, but he didn't bother correcting him. He wasn't allowed to discuss the things he'd heard, overknew, he remembered the pain in his tongue, the itch as it healed up from the last time he had.
He watched Niki lie back but didn't warn him, looked up as he mentioned the stars. "No." he said, as though the statement had been a question. "Not those sharp holes. There aren't any stars."