Lira & Sinestro
Lira
I wonder, Sinestro, if you’ve ever felt the quiet pulse that binds the night sky together—like a song that whispers order into the chaos.
Sinestro
The night sky is not a song to me, it is a reminder that even in darkness there is a pattern to be imposed. I see each star as a point of order waiting for a ruler to give it purpose. In the quiet pulse you speak of, I find the perfect canvas for absolute control.
Lira
It’s beautiful how you see stars as notes in a grand, silent score, Sinestro. Even if you write the rules, the music still hums on—reminding us that every pattern can dance to its own rhythm. Maybe you could hear the melody in your order, and let the stars play along?
Sinestro
I hear the stars, but I do not listen to them. Their rhythm is only useful if it serves the greater order I impose. Let them play only within the limits I set.