"Space Racist! Okay. Uh, as far as we know our sun is not a person but we don't know how to talk to them - sound does not travel through space and it doesn't have eyes to see sign language and so on - so perhaps we wouldn't know."

"Judgment language is magic, I can absolutely talk to my grandfather from the surface of the planet. But given a lack of anyone who speaks Magic Star Language I would expect you to be out of luck there, yes, although I really am confident that magic working on the surface means that something I don't understand is going on, whether it's the sun not being a person or not." 

"Our planet's had magical girls for centuries."

"So if the weirdness is just that you have a Judgment who figured out that you can do something else besides Consensus-light then you're probably not going to get caught by space constables any day now. Uh, the way Judgments enforce a certain paradigm is by giving off magic light that enforces that paradigm, but if you try hard and believe in yourself you can instead give off magic light that does not do that, and my half-judgment father figured that out and worked hard and believed in themself to give off light that heals people instead, and by default when I glow I do that but I can do Consensus-enforcing light instead. I generally don't, healing people is much better. I'm trying to iterate off that and develop an even better kind of light but, uh, it might take a while." 

"Healing power, nice. Some magical girls get that but mine is stopping things."

"I'm glad to hear anyone does! Can your healers raise the dead?"

"- no. Can you?"

"Yeah!!!"

"That's so cool!"

"I know, right, people not being dead is the best."

"If I had any idea how to get home from here I'd be trying to poach you! I don't know how you do your thing but maybe you could do it faster with 2006 infrastructure!"

"How I do my thing is mostly 'find corpses, convince the people in charge of them to hand them over,' I've plucked all the low-hanging fruit already, the graveyards of London are, I dunno, probably I missed any graves that had lost their stones so probably not empty, but close enough for low-hanging fruit purposes and I've wheedled almost all the mummies away from the University and there's only so many corpses I can smuggle down from the Surface at a time without people being 'hey, you're a graverobber, I'm going to stop you with physical violence,' and it's not like any of those people are getting more dead so it's not really worth it to hurt people who are currently alive, you know? --People who have been dead, and, uh, aren't magic, it's not safe for them to go out in Judgment-light, so they have to stay in the Neath--honestly I'd be happy to be poached if there was a way to go back and forth but I'm also doing useful work in terms of convincing my grandparents to behave ethically, they, uh, outperform their species and they love me but they're not objectively great people and also they don't super work on human timescales, humans aren't magic but I am so much more agentic than my father, talk about hybrid vigor. Also, like, I would be sad if I never saw my family again but never is a long time and raising the dead is important."

"Yeah, that makes sense. But instead here we all are on this third planet. But at least it's inhabited and I don't have to sprout crops out of my arms to feed us probably!"

"Whoah, you can do that?"

"I've never done it but yeah, my shapeshifting can accommodate plants."

"That's neat. I can only go between my natural form and this one. I mean, I can do in-betweens, I just can't do anything that isn't any of the things that I am. Not that I'm complaining, the things that I am are excellent, but if I get hungry and there's nothing around I just have to put up with it." 

"What else are you?"

"Uh, giant diamond space crab thing."

"Cool," says Xander. "Cryptid-y, but cool."

"Cryptids are what happens if a magical girl deviates too far from human baseline. They kind of - lose their personalities and usually fuck off into the wilderness or something."

"That does not sound great. I'd love to see if I could fix one, I can for example mend brain damage, but, uh, I am most certainly not suggesting testing it without regaining access to your home planet." 

"I appreciate that."

"For that matter I wonder if it could be fixed by forcing them into a human form again...something to think about, maybe. I don't know how we got here but forever is a long time, I'm sure we'll find a way back eventually." 

"Some of 'em do it on purpose."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't start with those, then, but if we learn things about what it's like to be a cryptid that suggest it was not an informed choice then we can turn them back the once and let them choose it again or not."