[ Artoo knew Davros was lying; he had expected the droid to understand, or he wouldn't have brought it up. And, to some extent, Davros was right. Artoo would readily admit that he had no emotional attachment to the concept of "peace". Part of that was because he had never lived in an era of what he would consider absolute peace, where no one was engaged in battle with anyone else. He wondered now if such an era had ever existed in recorded history - just in his own galaxy, let alone the universe.
Davros probably hadn't experienced such an era, either. He only thought he wanted peace because of what war had done to him. Perhaps he had lost something or someone slowly or numerous times and felt that it would have been better for it to have been taken from him quickly and ruthlessly.
Artoo didn't want to pity Davros, but he thought it was like giving up to believe that life wasn't worth fighting for just because it could be terminated. Or perverted. Maybe, if he had had to watch a whole planet full of Anakins destroy everything they cared for and eventually die, he would at least agree. ]
AGREED. LET'S NOT DISCUSS THIS IN THE FUTURE.
[ He could relate to Davros's apparent desire for a destraction, however. Right now Artoo felt like going home and tinkering with what electronics and other odds and ends he had acquired since arriving. Or shopping. Anything, really, to take his mind off of such serious subjects. ]
I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER.
[ It seemed a fitting thing to say, similar to what he would say to Threepio whenever they were separated. This wasn't a similar situation, but for some reason Artoo did want to talk to Davros again. Still. But, like returning from a mission in one piece, it wasn't entirely up to him. ]