a glimpse of the likely future -
(The Star-Scarred Navigator says little and expresses less, prone to cold, efficient violence even when a few words might do the trick. They could be anywhere from twenty to thirty, any possible age-lines concealed behind the scars that break their skin; and donât you have better things to worry about than their age, anyways?
Like - the fact theyâre a navigator, and not just a navigator but a Navigator, but - theyâre blind, arenât they? Or might as well be, with that blindfold on. Not even the Captain can name whatâs wrong with their eyes, only that something shouldnât be about them; like they looked straight into a star and came out different - so, star-scarred. Thereâs the scar ringed round their neck, deep, like some immense blade cut through flesh and gristle and bone; and if you ask them if they lost their head once, they only laugh and say in a dream, maybe.
And they donât die. But up here in the High Wilderness, amongst all these oddities -- is someone whose flickering, unexistent soul carries a place of honor amongst the Judgements in a dream-that-was-real, in the three possible/true realities that their not-existence is tethered to -- are they really that strange? Are they really that unusual?
Very few Seekers ever made it out of the Neath. But some survived, after what Lilac did to them; they survived the Nadir and they survived the dream-that-was-real, too stubborn to not-die, and the parallel of them cool-cold diamond flame/flickering bright/half-loyal agent of a true star keeps them tethered to the world against all odds forevermore.)














