[Nostalgia nearly shivers up Fabius spine, watching the way Lucius gets himself all wound up over the glass container of powder. It pinches his brow, pulling his sallow features into a frown that chasms his wrinkled flesh with his disdain. The use of drugs was crucial to maintaining a functioning ship, especially in the Emperor's Children, and far be it from Fabius to deny substance abuse. Vices are important too, in moderation—something he knows his brother lacks.

Still, he folds his arms behind his back with a scholar's rigidity as he watches Lucius find an unused medical slab to indulge upon.]

Please inform me if anything feels different, [he tilts his chin,] any bodily functions that feel odd, any side-effects you have not experienced before. We want to produce an ambrosia that is as pure in content as we would have before.