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"And Lunarians," you ask. "What is it that is distinct about them? People seem to know I am Solarian."

He points to a mirror on the wall. "See for yourself why they know what you are."

You have to stoop to look in the mirror. There is a familiarity to the face in the mirror, to the eyes of cerelean blue and your superheated blue hair. "And your people are all dark haired and dark-eyed?" You ask.

He nods. "As far as I can tell. I have only known my own family who were Lunarians."

"You fought very well during the day." You comment.

"Not like you." As you turn away from the mirror, he looks at you. "Your hair doesn't burn at night."

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