"And that would be terrible. By all means let us avoid fuss."

"Yeah, they're better off, anyway. Star people are the best!"

"It's the hair. The hair confers special powers."

"Special powers that I don't have, unfortunately! Damn my lack of starlight hair! Damn it!"

"Maybe your star ancestors will take pity on you if you bleach it."

"It's the only way. Unless - Ari! Ari, do you have a spell to turn my hair to starlight?"

Edarial snorts. "Unfortunately, no. Sorry."

"I doubt it would be hard! But it might be permanent."

"Shhh! Don't tell him!"

"Aww, but I am forthcoming and helpful."

"Noooo, you're supposed to say it's impossible!"

"Why?"

"Because the power is all mine, obviously. Bwua. Ha. Ha."

"Oh, I see. Zevros, can't whiten your hair for you, I fear the wrath of your star-haired brother."

"Damnation. Foiled again!"

"I mean, unless you want to promise that upon receiving the blessings of the stars for yourself you will protect me always from him and all other threats."

"No one can protect you from Edarial's disappointed look. I can't do it, it's impossible."

"It must be truly frightful."

"It's like he's staring into your soul and judging!"

"Maybe he and Cricket should have a contest. A judgmental contest."

"But how would anyone ever judge that contest?! It's impossible!"

"It's quite possible to judge judgment! I judge Cricket's judgment all the time. So I might be biased in this contest, but still, it's doable."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure it's just impossible. That much judgment, all in one place - the world would implode."

"I think you overestimate the risk."

"I think you underestimate it! You're blind, I say! Blinded by judgment!"