[the Shadow sags in Moon's grip, the black ichor he was bleeding and clung to his body starts dissipating, the ship letting out a low rumble - the fight seeming to have gone out of it's golden eye]

It's true that had been lonely since Tochiro's death all those years ago, but to say I am alone is to ignore everyone around me - both on the ship he built and in this damnable prison.

[He glances to Stoat]

Now the ship is mine, we should get you treated before you leave.