"Your plan to devour me. Honestly speaking, I don't wish to be devoured. I want to live. Selfish as it is, I don't think anyone wants to die, right?" she asked, her smile softening, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"Interesting. So planets have feelings, huh?"
"Not generally. Let's just say I'm the oddball. Perhaps there are others like me, but most planets' wills are just mere consciousnesses with no emotions or feelings, just random programs to operate and save lives within them. Well, at least that's how I was until you happened," she said, her voice carrying a trace of wonder.
"Me?" Aaron asked, confused, pointing at himself in surprise, his brow furrowing as the surreal situation sank in.
"Yes, you did," she nodded, her twinkling blue eyes locking onto his, a spark of connection in her gaze.
"How?" Aaron asked, lost, his mind racing to piece together the anomaly.
