[Those edges would likely always be there. They were just a part of who he was, even at his best: prickly, sharp. But it didn't have to be biting or vicious, they didn't have to be full of spite or venom. And her desire to find something for him to enjoy gets something like a half-smile.]

Someone has ambitions.

[But to hear she was happy was- a complicated feeling. And he knew- he understood that it had nothing to do with her being delighted at his death. Or at Elidibus' death, or at their plans being in ruins and their past forever lost to them.

But that some measure of peace had been achieved for them all. That they could meet together like this and not despise one another. Even if there was a measure of melancholy at knowing that death was the only way any of this had been possible, and that this posthumous meeting could only occur in a place outside their star.]

Well... hopefully 'tis a feeling that won't be as wholly uncommon in future. Both here and at home.