Isolation is his sanctuary. While his siblings burned bright and roamed far, Ross 154 withdrew into solitude, meditating on existence and the purpose of light. He dissects the nature of stars in silence, searching for an answer to the question that haunts them all: Why do we burn?

He sometimes receives letters from the Tricksters—wild, nonsensical things that break his concentration but always make him smile, if only for a moment. He keeps them all in a box made of stardust.