(the shuttle in the desert. spike and stella sit with a kettle of tea).
stella:
you know, it's all because of those floating plants. sometimes they send spores that look like snow. most people are fine, but my body isn't... and my eyes...
spike:
isn't it inconvenient?
stella:
no. it's not a big deal once you get used to it. besides, sometimes you understand more when you can't see.
spike:
you'll get better, right?
stella:
if i put money into it. i don't mind staying as is... but roco...
spike:
he cares about his little sister.
(stella takes a music box from the shelf).
stella:
roco sent me this yesterday.
(spike opens it).
stella:
everyone says bad things about him... and he seems to hang out with some bad people... but roco is a good person.
spike:
i might be one of those bad people he hangs out with.
stella:
maybe. maybe you are. but you're different. i can tell. both you and roco have something beautiful deep in you. it's hard to tell but it's there. i can see it... that's why I'm offering you tea like this.
(spike inspects the music box and finds a package of seeds. he puts the box down).
spike:
something beautiful, huh? i probably lost that long, long ago...
