[ Murphy is still, his eyes rove around the features of Ronan's face. The defined nose, full pink lips, his eyes. ] Can you change how you look? Like - [ Murphy pauses, considers the words he wants to say. ] You said you can pull things from people's dreams. Have you ever had a dream where you looked different? or just wanted to look different?

[ Murphy was sick of space. He was sick of the ground, too. Neither were kind to him. He thought being on the ground would give him a sense of freedom, belonging. Instead he's treated like shit on the bottom of everyone's boot. A dirty cockroach that no one wants to deal with. ] I don't know what I'd change it to.