“I only heard it from Galahad, who knows I like romantic stories,” Claudius says fondly, fond of them both, “and has an ear for them himself — ‘tis all his reading. He likes historical romances, with codified societies whose structures and strictures are familiar to him, and whose passions are more striking stood against them. But I like those tales from far-flang futures, which stir my imagination. A man made by science, crafted for a purpose, who found his own purpose sailing the stars, studying strange worlds alongside his lover … thou can’st see how it speaks to my sentimental soul. We’re sentimental men, thou and I.”