[Brook and Stella likely got off on the wrong foot: she gently guides the dead to their fates, and he rips the heads off still-living sinners; she's bright and bubbly and he walls people out; she hates bad moods and he's seemingly nothing but.
But there's no avoiding people on Tulipa Station, and they've both survived the first two trials. There's green space now, and that's where Brook finds her, working the earth in this artificial death tin floating in space, disconnected from anything real or truly living.]
Garden
But there's no avoiding people on Tulipa Station, and they've both survived the first two trials. There's green space now, and that's where Brook finds her, working the earth in this artificial death tin floating in space, disconnected from anything real or truly living.]
Why do you bother?
[Well, hello to you, too, sunshine.]