"Admittedly, no." He looks back up toward them and raises a palm as if using it as some makeshift guide. "By all accounts, this is a different sky than the one I know. Their placement is wrong and those in a similar position do not shine as brightly as they once did." Being under the same sky is something he could always count on before. Not so much now.

Emet-Selch lowers his hand and looks back to his current company. He narrows his eyes briefly at the fleck of light in this person's eyes. It glows brightly in the dark, a paltry spec of how theirs did. "Which leads me to wonder what place would you hail from that would not allow you to look at the sky like this?"