Wufei hummed softly, watching the fire crackle. "No more than any other world," he replied softly. "When you're raised in space," he gestured towards the sky, "you have a healthy respect for all the ways in which it can kill you. Even as a member of a wealthy family I know many people who were taken by the vacuum, but it's a fraction of the number taken by war."

He glances at her again, then back to the fire. "I suppose it's no wonder you're so stubborn. You have to be, to survive in places so desperate, and yet..." And yet she was warm and cheerful, and in that way she reminded him of Duo. He sighed softly, turning his hands to warm the other side. "I suppose it's the sort of thing you only understand if you've walked that path."