"Neither do I.", he said with a slight frown - a deeper message within the tumultous essence of a dead man walking.
As the others approached, Empyrean let the frown of his being fade. Before him stood a happy family, a mother, a father, and their child - cut from the marble and picturesque. He knew there was trouble among them, a history he could not see, but this was something he would never get to experience. The casual trip to a bazaar, giving unto a child the simple things they yearned for - not prepare them for the Empire needed to save them, and damn them in the same stroke of the brush.
"You have a beautiful daughter.", he said with a gentle smile. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a cred chit and placed it upon the nearby counter. The owner nodded and waved, and the vessel responded in turn.
Reaching down, he'd offer the oxen toy to her with an open palm - reacting with a withheld joy were she to take it from him, but accepting it if she did not. Even a child would sense the malevolence of his spirit, the darkness deeply founded in a broken soul - but he could dream still. Perhaps that among all things still made him man.
"It was good to see you. Both of you.", he said with a small nod.
"Perhaps we can speak again later - another day, another time. Maybe."
Resting both his hands in his pockets, the Dark Lord hidden in the shroud of consumed flesh turned and walked away - offering nothing in threats, demeaning taunts, or casual violence. He was not here to perpetuate the cycle he was bound to - only to witness what he missed out on. What he would always miss out on. A family like this was only a reminder how isolated he had become in his struggle to survive; but it was nice to see what he could not enjoy himself.