[His eyes snap up as soon as Jim mentions the sunlight room. The one place in this whole place that doesn't feel too far from home. The room he's been spending all of his time in, when he's not in the training room exhausting himself to fall asleep or- keeping away from most of the station and its inhabitants out of habit.

A habit worn for too long to be broken by a few short months of floating in space.]

I assume that spending time in the other room, would be equally counterproductive. The room that changes according to your wishes.

[The one place where he could see Ravka again. Or train for a mission, the sights and sounds of distant worlds.

A place to watch the sunset, the purple and pinks bleeding in to darkness.]

You are saying that I will adjust in time. And until then, I should strive to be less miserable about this.

[With a smile, as the Darkling leans back in his chair, watching Jim.]

Fine. You live out here, even when you're not on this station. How do you cope with these endless hours of waiting?