That elicits an unexpected snort from Piotr, a huff of utterly dry laughter. "Assuming we live to see the day?"

The black humor evaporates, and his brows draw down. "We'll be putting back together what's left of our planet once we send those face-painted bastards back running where they came from. I don't dare claim to speak with the Emperor's voice. But," he goes on, his gaze locking onto Daryl's face, "as far as I'm concerned, if you put your life on the line for this planet, then you deserve a place on it. I wouldn't begrudge you that."