Hearing Lesallia’s explanation he inwardly smiled, knowing with every wire of his circuitry he’d give his lanterns to those that he and Fakir had toyed with when they were still Sentinels. He realized with every passing day that the mistakes they had made needed to be repented for, the wandering souls who cried for vengeance against them needed to be appeased. Perhaps he could help them on their travels to Toamna this way, guide them gently to the light of the heavenly moon. His human eye wandered to his little companion, who was using her fat bushy tail as a paintbrush and smearing bright colors over one of the many completed vessels. He could do that, painting wasn’t hard right? Even an old Sentinel like him could paint. Maybe the bright colors would help guide those souls to the moon. He saw Virgil give a smile as he nodded toward Furball, before speaking. “I lost three of my friends from childhood. We were... close. And I was so young. My boats are for them.” Nodding at the sentiment, he picked up Furball’s newly painted vessel and placed a few golden star stickers on the bow, thin lips upturned in a smile as his little companion chirped in happiness at its finished product.