Veronica, I envy you. I'm not alone. People envy your genius, your favoured position in the Ministry. I've got a different reason.
You agonize over the lives sacrificed for your research. The Minister's death tally is much higher, but you both can console yourselves that your actions served the greater good. Me? I slaughtered the Comansys flotilla to serve the twisted "good" of a psychopath. Yeah, I feel guilt now, but my memories of that horror are forever tainted by the perverse happiness of pleasing Moonchild. Remembering the explosions, part of me wants to smile. Veronica, I envy your pain.