[He doesn't know. The kind of feelings Peter is describing, the friendships he seems to have found in others, is as alien to the Darkling, as the hounds at Lionetta or the technology of the station itself.]

Of course. And thank you for your help.

[Not that it matters. Friendships were pointless, when everyone died in the end. Living short, brutal lives and dying inside of a century. Pointless, when friendship wouldn't save the world or bring safety to his people.

Feelings were for other people, mirrored in him because that is what is expected and because a smile made his mission easier. He grins in the dark, lips pulled back from his teeth as the victory at the expense of Peter and one step closer to his ultimate goal.]

You saved the galaxy. That is still a little much to imagine, not that I don't believe you, but I cannot imagine the tough choices you've had to make to make it here.