Finally. Finally, after so many people in this fucking town, arriving on this fucking Aurora, there's someone here who understands what Hickey sees. Because of course the Darkwalker is amazing. Of course it's impressive. Wouldn't anyone be impressed being in the presence of a god, even if you're only following it's footsteps and trying to see where it went?

"Careful," he muses, with a little nod. "This god. The Darkwalker. It's picked up a negative reputation among those in Milton."

Not Hickey, though. Never him.