Biting her lower lip, Anna squinted at him. “Am I hearing this right?” she asked, shaking her head. “You're saying you want to come with me?”
His face went red, and he lowered his eyes as if to hide his own embarrassment. “Not counting Justice Keepers, 3,217 citizens from this world have migrated to Leyria. I would like to be number 3,218.”
“But you have a life here. I'm not worth this much effort.”
“It's not just about you,” he said. “Anna, your people see space travel as just a fact of life, but my people wouldn't have even thought it possible a few years ago. The chance to live on another world isn't something I would pass up. I've looked into it, and it turns out immigration is fairly simple, at least comparatively speaking. It's kind of sad that it's easier for me to move to anothe
