Though he didn’t say anything, Light was dubious he’d last as long as seventeen years. That’d make him only a half-decade younger than any other QV he’d met. Yet his survival instinct was stronger than ever; he’d give it a damn good try. With enough money, it was certainly not impossible…

Light gently guided his ship out of light speed before scanning the system as best its systems could manage. The cobbled-together QV sensory adaptors painted a picture of the pulsar and other points of interest.

“Ok, that [i]is[/i] pretty, i’ll admit.” he murmured before spurring them towards the path they were to follow.

It might have been disconcerting for anyone else in the cockpit to watch Light absently hum a tune while threading a path where the slightest misstep would’ve meant a painful death. But it was clear he was fully in control, deftly spinning up micro jumps in concert with the pulsar’s rotation while regularly scanning for clues as to their prize.

“Maybe we should get a pet with the money. What do we think? Do they sell pets that can tidy up around here?” He asked. This was a joke; Light had no concept of what ‘tidy’ would entail.