Peter remains quiet as he had for most of this exchange, his prince once again giving words of loyalty to Lady Astra. Inside he was happy and amused, and a bit sad.  Such vows are always bittersweet, for the reason that the lady herself has just pointed out. He nods slightly to Dante's first question. 

Though his loyalty, personally, is first and foremost to Dante, he is thankful to her. Understandably, his prince had fallen into a great despair after the war - the slow sinking of a loss of purpose that none of his followers could alleviate in the way that he needed. If Peter had known that a child would bring the light back to Dante, he would have went looking for one. 

Alas, this story was going to end eventually, and it was going to be a sad ending. Either his prince dies first, which Peter knew would be seen as a failure, and would devestate Astra who...despite her attempts to be a strong leader, still leaned on Dante. 

Or....Astra would die, and that would take away Dante's purpose. 

Obviously, it was not a thought Peter, or any of the group, liked to visit. 


So he perks up as Dante turns to ask him a different question, tilting his head, "Well, it is morning.."


Back in his room, Jacob pauses as he is about to step down into the hole. His senses were still extended out, though since he wasn't on duty anymore, he had been largely ignoring everything. But he had been hearing his name off and on for a while now, "Yes...well, not quite." he answers the air, taking a step bac and standing a bit straighter, "...did you need me, sir?"