"Probably a good thing we're grounded," Nyx amends. As much as he'd love to see the stars up close and personal, there's a single glaring problem. "The closest people to discovering that kind of technology are ones I'd never trust with it. Emperor Iedolas is not a good man." Understatement. Nyx can't say he wouldn't murder the man in cold blood if he ever caught him unawares, but he's not the only one Niflheim has hurt, either.

They don't need to dream about the existence of other planets. The death toll would be unacceptable.

Nyx pauses, taking a moment to study the other man. He should have recognized the signs of exhaustion sooner. If Poe's anything like the rest of them, he probably was in the hospital until recently. He's going to have to remind himself that this isn't the Glaive. He has to step back. "Are you hurt?"