Delta nodded in his own fashion by leaning forward. He had difficulty shaking the memory of the couple, but managed. His tilted upwards to look at the dark sky, but returned to the communicator.

Despite that last event, I'm more content here. Life is more comfortable, and I'm not fighting anymore.

It could be worse. He could be back in the city or dead. Maybe the mansion did corrupt memories, but it wasn't all bad.