Oh, they do more than yearn to be an equal. They look to the butterfly in envy, craving to surpass it in the only way they are capable: by dragging it back down into the dirt.

[ Lucius feels that adoring touch, but he doesn't answer it. Atop Eridanus, his body remains still and heavy—the peaceful repose of a predator at rest. ]

That was Eidolon's trouble. Would it amuse you to learn that once upon a time, I served under his command? [ It certainly seems to amuse Lucius, the sound of his laughter fluttering through the air between them. ] Even so, he felt threatened by how swift my star was in its ascent. Too bad for him that he wasn't able to stop it from eclipsing his own.