Luke nods, watching Magnus for a moment even though he's turned away. He waits for the inevitable feeling of loss, the pain that should have come with losing the man who'd once been his best friend, his family, his leader, and his parabatai.

It's there, but it isn't nearly as strong as it had been in the moments and the days following their return to this version of Darrow. The ache that exists is more for the Valentine who had been his friend before everything. Before the death of his father, before he'd gone mad.

"Good," he says finally, his voice soft. "He needed to be stopped."