and the stars will fall from heaven

Davey dwells on the notion of scale, and of knowing where he's going. Alright, so it's impossible to get lost if he never knows where he's headed. Easy. He could do that. Blind confidence and faith would get him far, and that confidence... well, it would always be blind. That's part of the fun, right?

As far as asking the right questions goes, Davey is too tired and foggy in the head to think about any of those. Like a toddler getting cranky after being up past their bedtime, he has a lot to think about. More than a lot. Too many to think about, thanks very much. All he can do is hold onto the idea that he'll never be too lost, and he'll just have to keep shining. Easy.

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