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I tried to work up the nerve to speak. At least to save my dignity and appear confident.
Embarrassment should be something that is beneath me.
So it seems I have finally found the reason why you act so stupid.
Oh please Cosmos have some humility! If stupid is the condition that we are in do to the limitations of the sky then you are the most stupidest of all
I hate you... 
I hate you. As much as I hate to admit it, you have pointed out that we are all basically in the same boat up here.
Maybe there is hope for you after all. Admitting a mistake probably wasn't easy for you.
Wasn't easy? Betrayal wasn't easy. This is merely the torture I have grown used to while stuck up here.
Some say that's what leaning is. Especially with an untamed heart.
Chaos is not an untamed heart that needs to be reined in. Chaos is the natural state and anything else is the bandaid put loosely atop it to justif-no. No, debating the nature of universe will lead no where and would be rather boring. I'd like to continue my line of questioning.
If you so will it then I will answer. Even if it those answers may frustrate you I feel this is actually starting to resemble a protective dialog if we continue.
Don't try your luck.
It is you who is choosing to engage us. That advice applies more to yourself.
I felt enraged at myself for letting such a star best me.
Yet how long has it been since I had talked with anyone?
Only occasional lesser cosmic entities and the dreams of a few when I felt like forcing my presence down to the planet below. Something I did not indulge in often do to not wanting my soul to be fragmented more than it was.
I should have expected to be at least somewhat rusty at talking, conversation, and basic social interaction.
Still didn't stop me from feeling like a fool.
Tell me about Luna. How does see relate to you and why do you let yourself be subservient to someone much closer to a mortal state than yourselves?
I could here a chatter among them. Whispers and half words as before when I had first reached out.
Perhaps I had struck a nerve. Though with my failure earlier I dare not gloat and make witty remarks.
Just politely wait for what they have to say.