[Shiro lost to marveling at it all. It's so... idyllic. He finds himself staring at the sky, looking the silhouette of an enemy ship... for a long moment.

A bird chirps. Everything is so quiet, he can hear the breeze. He rubs at the join of his shoulder, the snag of his callousing rousing him enough to turn and look at Darc.

He is seduced. His voice is quiet, only audible due to the utter calmness of the air.]

This is amazing.