[PQ] come one, come all!

Safrin She smiles, faintly, at the mention of her stars. Did it really think them beautiful? Did it— —You are the best, Ludo! Her smile disappears as her chin tilts upwards. Starlit prisms of tears that refuse to fall. She is dying, and Ludo? Ludo finds ways to praise itself. With a sniff, the muted sound of a chord once tightly bound, now severing itself from around something once held so dear, and Safrin is gone.