snow: hey, astral... so i guess you’re the winner. astral: do you want to talk? snow: ... kind of. i’m sorry if i seemed -- i didn’t mean to have a tantrum about milo and zia, it’s really fine that they... i mean, i know the whole world doesn’t revolve around me and that’s not-- astral: snow -- it’s okay. i had a feeling it wasn’t exactly about them. snow: you’re right... it wasn’t. astral: i know we’ve only known each other for a week, but you can talk to me. about whatever’s going on in your head. snow: well, i think i... no, you’re going to hate me for this. you won the contest fair and square. astral: snow, you’re a human, not just a piece in a game. this contest, the rules... they can be bent. especially if this isn’t what you want... snow: it’s not about you. astral, i want you to understand that. the thing is... i don’t want to be with anyone. like this. romantically. i’m just... it’s not for me. astral: i know. i get it. snow: you don’t think there’s something wrong with me? astral: what? of course not. snow, it’s who you are. and that’s fine. snow: so, even if we don’t get together... can we still be friends? astral: i was hoping you’d ask me that.
