"Let's go somewhere."
Where should we go?
"Anywhere. Europe, perhaps?"
That sounds wonderful.
"Though, you don't belong in Europe."
I don't?
"No, you belong among the stars."
The stars?
"Yes, so you can float among the pure light of galaxies. So you can be among the string of the universe's jewels that shine so bright."
I do not belong out there.
"You're too good and too pure for anything this world has to offer. You belong where evil can't touch you. Where you can have serenity. Where you can walk in starlight. Forever."