[ ...no, it really wasn't. his smile is unaltered, Charles, but he is considerably more attentive now. scanning your face with practiced subtlety. ]
It is rather fascinating, the mundane similarities between worlds in the infinite cosmos. [ patterns, he thinks again, and for a just an instant he thinks of fonic frequencies: one very familiar one he pushes quickly out of his mind, then his own, Tear's, and Luke's -- oh, yes, Luke's. Luke's perfectly strange, perfectly doomed, perfectly perfect fonic frequencies. DNA, that would be the equivalent; and he imagines that, too. all of it, these precise mental pictures, flickers through his mind in an instant and then he's back to studying Charles's face again. ]
Auldrant is also a world made up of air, water, and the various forms of life. Animal, vegetable, mineral...