A projection appears across the surface of the glass globe, where previously pictures had been, in times past, of Querl. A video of Querl, to be precise, from the night that he made it. His hair is slightly mussed, with a dip in his shoulders that speaks of tiredness, but a genuine, relaxed smile is on his face, the messy confines of his lab in the background.
There are few words to describe Brainiac’s state as th message ends. He’s frozen, save for the soft flowing of his cape against the breeze of fans in his ship. He’s unmoving as he tries to process what he’s seen and heard, unable to fully understand what he just experienced..
Though, under the mess of confusion and uncertainty there is another feeling. One he has not felt in some many weeks.. He cnanot place it’s name but he remembers it..
So, until he decides what it is he feels, and what he is to do, he will remain where he is. Stunned in place.
Taking the Krypton globe in his hands Brainiac stares at it with reverence for a moment. As if honoring it with silence.
Carefully, as to not damage the surface, Brainiac rolls it over in his fingers and looks at the southern pole. There, a faint light shines. One he thought was light from the others just shining through before now… But, apparently it actually has a function. With any luck this will not damage the gift.
Pausing once to prepare himself for whatever it might be that happens, Brainiac presses a finger to the “button”.