singing the glowworm song

[The frogs are keening. The crickets aren't; they're being eaten, or are afraid of being eaten, by those same frogs. The pond in the park is man-made — Lilin change their Earth so much! — but the frogs seem to really like it. Kaworu can hear a lot of them crying in the twilight.

But the real attraction is the fireflies' shifting cosmos. They aren't brilliant or static, instead dim and staggering, but Kaworu tries to see constellations in them. If Lilin can see a bow or a bull in the stars, maybe Kaworu can see something he loves in these little lights. Nothing so far, though.]

So the ritual is to put them in jars?

[Kaworu's much less impressed with his current company than he is with the fireflies, and it's evident in his voice. He could share the fireflies' glow if he wanted to; he could be the moon to their wandering stars. His company cannot. His company is plainly pale instead of ethereal.

It's ugly, but Kaworu's so jealous of the inability to be beautiful like moonlight.]