Yin’s brief and unfortunate answer is met with a quiet, apologetic tone of his own. A little less exuberant than it had been before, if only because it was really quite sad to him to think that it had gone in such a way. He admired the stars and moon alike, fond of what little could be seen of them in a city and occasionally seeking inspiration from them either in the sky or at a planetarium… “I am sorry to hear that, truly. It seems such an important fixture to have disappeared. I hope that one day you may discover its fate and that it might return.”

Tilting his head at the sky, it was odd to think that it always being there was something so easily taken for granted by himself and others. Curiously, he crouched next to the canal himself and looked to Yin again. “Does the moon… feel similar here, or different? I admit, I never really considered that about it before.”