"Who could possibly hate you? At least not for long anyway?" Tycho asked with a rueful smile. Either way, he was losing Ford. He was the sacrifice Ford had chosen, whether the choice was forced or not, whilst Tycho had been ignorantly and obliviously been tinkering away at one of his newest whims. He didn't think Ford could be the type to carry on a secret affair whilst married considering how he had seemed to feel about his past lover trying to do so.

"Stay with me tonight," Tycho requested, his eyes on the others. If they were to have last moments he wanted to make them memorable. To engrave himself even more on Fords soul than he already was. He would not allow himself to be some mournful memory that Ford someday only sometimes thought of. He would be remembered.