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It's been a while but Xaldin is back. He's been quite busy and the slightly dishevelled appearance of his dreads gives mute testimony to that. There are little flecks of white in them as well - a side effect of the enheartening and the stress that he acquired when he was able to care about all that he'd done.

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"Xaldin!"

Teja has jumped up from where he was sitting, and walks over to Xaldin, rapidly and spirited.

"It is good to see you again, my friend!"

He smiles at the Goth and nods, "Thank you, Teja. It's been some months, hasn't it? How have you been?"

"I have been busy," Teja says, "busy learning the soul and ways of my beloved; busy with a friend who went off the deep end for a while, and took drugs. Busy finding my own freedom, and trying things I never dreamt of while alive."

"Sounds productive." he smiles a little, "I, too, have been busy. Looking for a place that the lessers can stay when we figure out how to give them hearts."

"How many are there, of them?" Teja asks.

"Trillians." he says softly, "We need a planet that we can terraform."

"Terraform," Teja says. "Shape like earth?"

"Yes. Take a dead world, and make it live. It won't be easy, but those of us who are left should be able to do so - it requires us to find a world that has nothing living on it already. It will not suffice if we destroy anything else in order to build anew."

"That is right," Teja says. "And from what I hear, there are many, many worlds called planets out in the universe, and only very few have people living on them."

Pause.

"Is it science or magic you would use upon it?"

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