He grasped at the cool truth—he had overstayed his welcome in her orbit, and like any planet losing a moon, he also knew what effects his leaving would cause. First, her glorious emotional tides would reduce and calm seas would reign. Her languorous days would stop stretching out endlessly. She’d lose the security of revolutions on her axis, sure, but her sun would never be eclipsed again. Gone is the brightest object in her night sky, but then again, if you remove the light obstruction of the moon, all the stars in the heavens seem that much more luminous.