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Previously on Killjoys...

The fact that any of us are still standing here

is thanks to these three Killjoys.

Oh! It's alive?

Tear it apart, find out how it works.

No match found.

I know I've seen that thing before, I know I have.

New plan, running away.

- Watch your head. - What? No! Turin.

See you around, kid.

How much longer till they can't breathe down there?

I think a couple more weeks.

Give us a chance to fight,

and I'll tell your kid

that her mother helped save the damn world.

Lucy? Is that really you?

While she was mapping the Armada and reading the files,

Lucy found me in the prison log and let me out.

But what you're looking for is here.

So, that's where The Lady's real body is.

Good, because I know who can tell us how to kill her.

- Peek-a-boo. - I see you.

That tickles.

I'm watching you, thief.

Mmm. Thief of my heart.

Seriously?

How high is he?

Oh, a nerd and his ship will always share a very special bond.

Lucy will always be the other woman in his life.

- That explains why he's still single. - Yeah.

Are you, uh, seeing anyone?

Asking for a friend.

Tell your friend he has a date with a ship full of prisoners.

You know, your little army makeover better work.

If these lowlifes don't save Westerley,

it's my career you'll have to rescue.

So, single, then?

So how long can these hatchlings survive

on Westerley's surface?

Long enough to scare the shit out of you.

If they can breathe on their own,

The Lady stepped up her terraforming timeline.

Probably why all of Old Town is in the factories.

She's working them 24/7.

Yeah, and using them as human shields.

As soon as we train the prisoners

to destroy the plants, we take this bug bitch down.

She can't take over a galaxy without a head,

or whatever that ball sack is.

Even if we know her real body's on the Armada,

killing it won't stop the babies on Westerley,

and if the atmo's almost habitable now...

We need to prep for a ground fight.

Every species has a soft spot.

We just need to isolate and exploit the shit out of it.

You said you knew somebody who could help with that.

They can. It's a safe bet they won't.

There's bad blood between us.

- What kind of blood? - The kind that doesn't wash out.

Family.

You sure about this?

Move it!

Looking for this?

Cock, balls and butt.

Don't you ever die?

I leave you in charge of the RAC,

and you run it into the ground, literally.

Budget cuts.

Housekeeping's always the first to get the chop.

This hatchling survived almost 36 hours outside of its box.

Terraforming's near complete. Westerley is finished.

Now, you tell me how I can find the others,

and I promise you a quick death.

I owe Yala that much.

You're giving up that easy, Kin Rit?

Dutch would skin your ass for it.

Yala's dead.

Never sticks.

Family trait.

You're in denial.

I saw her ship explode.

Or you saw she wanted you to.

Looks like I'm being summoned.

You're not The Lady's only prisoner.

See that he talks.

Prisoner to prisoner...

If our girl is dead, get close, take the shot,

put that alien skin sack down.

Do right by Dutch for once in your goddamn life.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

I'll trade you an arsonist

and an arms dealer for Calvert.

She's worth way more than that. You've seen her fight.

So, you wanna keep Calvert?

Take her. That way you can't complain

when my team whups your sweet tushies.

Dr. Beren and I sorted out the rest of X-Wing.

It's all there.

Shopping for soldiers in prison is the best.

There's a prize in every cell.

Hmm. Well, they can shoot and blow shit up, but working together?

Be like herding goats... Pissy, horny goats.

Well, it's our only option.

Terraforming plants and hatcheries are all over Westerley.

We can't bring them down alone.

And how exactly do you plan on turning

these violent felons into freedom fighters?

X-Wing is gonna double as one of The Lady's plants.

One team infiltrates, and the other one

acts as her guards.

Whoever keeps the flag, wins.

Capture the Flag.

That's your rehabilitative therapy?

Mmm-hmm.

It's called "teambuilding."

Many of these inmates have violent histories together.

Giving X-Wing free reign of the ship could be a powder keg.

Yes, Doctor, I am aware of the risks.

We are fighting an alien invasion.

X-Wing are the only ones with the balls to stop it.

Your past is not a prison, Doc.

Hells, D'av and I broke all the laws before becoming Killjoys,

and we still turned out to be pretty godsdamn heroic.

I feel safer already.

We keep the groups small.

No live weapons during the drills,

and we post armed guards to beef up security.

They'll be contained in X-Wing.

Let the healing begin.

So is this more of a gun, hand-blade situation,

or should I pack my thigh blaster?

Yeah, sure, perfect.

My real name is Bruce, and I'm gonna go away

and make hats for cats.

Zeph, you okay to go home?

I'd be pretty messed up too if I was going back to Keffree.

- Leith hasn't been my home since I ran away at 15. - Oh.

Did you get blamed for murdering your husband, too?

No, I, uh, burned down the granary.

The wheat was tainted with a poisonous fungus,

but since I used science to figure it out, or "heresy,"

the village elders tried to marry me off to my second cousin.

But since he had a terrible overbite,

that was not gonna happen.

We're not the people we were then,

and you're not alone now.

I know.

But if I'm wrong about this...

Pree, Gared, Turin...

All trusted your gut.

And the sooner we follow it,

the sooner we get to rescue their magnificent asses.

So... what's your gut telling you now?

To sneak into a fundamentalist sect

and steal the most comprehensive Agropedia in the J...

The Madelaine Tapestry.

A rug?

You want us to sneak into your parents' place

and steal a wall carpet?

A holotapestry.

If The Lady's race went extinct in the J,

it should hold the data on why.

Aren't your people, like, all prayer and no PDD?

Actually, before they settled on Leith,

the Madelaines were the galaxy's leading natural scientists.

They scouted the entire J for the first colonies,

mapped the habitable planets.

But when their research was used by investors

to pollute and profit,

they rejected science.

I like to read. History, mostly.

Prep the Rambler. We land in 10.

Who... is Fancy?

I really don't know.

What the hells happened here?

You left.

That's what happened.

You left, and everything went to shit!

The Killjoy ship helped the fancy one escape,

and none of those idiots know how she did it.

Which means the Resistance is bigger than we thought.

It doesn't matter.

Westerley will be finished within a few days.

You've won.

"Won"?

The rebels escaped and I lost my best chance

at finding the heir.

Those knives belong to Yala.

"Belonged" to Yala.

In the Green, I watched you teach her

to bleed secrets with them.

What secrets

are you keeping from me, Khlyen?

Fix me!

You've each been assigned

a tactical unit and a squad leader. Your mission...

Sneak into the terraforming plants, sabotage the machinery.

Park your beefs, put on your teamwork pants.

If you can't, the guards' guns are set to solitary.

The drill is simple.

One team defends the flag, the other tries to take it,

and this is how we keep score.

You're giving these scumbags blasters?

Relax, Sergeant Shouty, these are tag-blasters.

Hit the harness...

the guns shut off and you're out of the game.

This is just a drill, but don't be fooled.

The real mission will be deadly.

John and I will coach each team.

First team captain, Calvert.

Yes.

- Yes. Yes. - And Mace will lead team J.J.

We got this, guys.

Mace couldn't keep Sparlow alive

or safe from me.

How many times you get sent to psych ward for eval, coo-coo puffs?

Ryklex junkie.

Hey!

You got one shot to prove to the world

that you aren't the dirtbags they paid to lock up.

This turns into a shitshow,

hero training is over and you are back in your cells.

Now, who wants a gun?

No guns? Have you met me?

You won't need them. Madelaines are pacifists.

Brilliant. We ask for the carpet,

if they say no, we pull out our guns.

It's a huge time save.

Right. Confirming everything they think of the outside,

that we're just guns, violence, and destruction.

I'm 87% guns, violence, and destruction, and I still have friends.

- I killed someone yesterday. - You what?

It was to save Turin, but, being back here...

We use holistic methods.

I'll hide my guns.

- But I'm bringing my knife. - Okay.

The dress will protect you better than the gun anyway.

What, from ever having sex again?

Why the hells do farmers wear white?

Why do you think I ran away?

- Every day is laundry day. - Right.

So, how do you think Calvert's gonna play this?

How the hell would I know?

I'm a thief from Qresh, not some stimhead army girl like her.

You're wasting your time, Jaqobis.

Can't train a little bitch to be top dog.

Enough from the small-nut gallery, Durek.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

Piece of advice, Killjoy.

Stick Macie in a halo before he shivs you in the back.

Sent my buddies and me to medbay more than once.

We were protecting ourselves

- from asshole guards. - Back off!

Hey, hey, hey.

He's not worth it, come on.

Let's go!

It's like the shit fairy brought a turd to life.

But that talking turd gave me an idea.

The halo's located in the psych ward.

We could go through the yard.

Mmm-mmm. Psych ward's off-limits.

Okay, but what about over them? Like, take the vents?

Sure you can handle it?

Your file said you and tight spaces don't mix.

Yeah, but you could take a team through first,

double back after you discover any,

um, booby-trap situations Calvert's got going on.

Ex-military get hard for trip wires.

All right, guys, we use trip wire

from the factory alarms at the east and west access points.

When Mace trips them, Kendricks, Rennor

come from here...

Game's ours, yeah?

Let's do this!

- Come on, let's go. - Nice.

Yeah. The booby's my go-to move, too.

- Trap, booby-trap. - Oh, yeah?

I'm more of an ass man, myself.

Oh. You, uh, got anyone waiting on the outside?

Inside?

Ass-side?

You asking me out, Jaqobis?

No, no, no. Just having a conversation.

You know, small talk.

If you're curious, I'm cool playing with couples.

I just need some rules around rough play,

because your girlfriend's not a gentlewoman.

Kendricks, I said the east corridor.

I need eyes on Mace, stat.

Worst wingman ever.

Ready, buddy?

Give 'er, guvnor.

Game on.

This place is really gonna take off

once Qresh finally sinks into its own bullshit.

The temple vaults are down here.

Not seeing a temple.

When the First Elders settled on Leith,

they buried the ship they came in on,

built the village over it.

The ship is the vault.

- There's a ship under here? - Yup.

I know an armada we can ram it into.

I spent hours as a kid trying to figure out how to open it.

Lucky for us, when I was a kid,

lockpicking was one of Khlyen's gentler parenting skills.

Hells, they changed the locks.

With good reason.

Hello, little sister.

Welcome home.

Shit.

Madelaines still believe in the preservation of life.

They could still help us if I tell them about Westerley.

Maybe I should.

Diplomacy isn't really your strongest lead.

I can be diplomatic.

Yeah, in a "I'm right, you're wrong" kind of way.

Because I am right.

You haven't changed at all.

I have changed. I'm a goddamn hero now.

I saved the Quad from aliens.

Well, one kind of alien, then another kinda took over,

but that's why I'm here.

You profaned our most sacred site.

If it was up to me, I'd gut you and give you to the soil.

But that's for the Great Mother to decide.

"Great Mother"?

Our leader in grace. Mother to us all.

Great Mother, The Lady...

Why are all the boss bitches never called "Alice" or "Gretchen"?

This host body can no longer support your alien consciousness.

Every organ is failing.

Perhaps I should finally take yours.

You're so old, though.

Maybe something fresher.

Too short.

Too smiley.

Too many muscles.

Huh.

What about this one?

If I'm going to wear your grandson's skin,

maybe I should get used to being a boy.

Help! Help!

These head games

are beneath an ancient alien queen.

Or are you just a petulant little girl now?

This is why I like you, Khlyen.

You're the only one who's not afraid of me.

Can you fix this body, yes or no?

I can try.

But the treatment will hurt before it heals.

"Old and wrinkly," hmm?

How the hell did they manage to trip the wire

without these morons noticing?

Here's how. Someone went bowling.

Shit!

Come on. Come on.

Nice try putting the "boob" in "booby-trap."

We'd stay, but Macie'll be hitting the yard

right about now.

Gotta run. Flags to steal

and asses to burn.

Damn it! The only way they could've bypassed the alarm

is by cutting through the psych ward.

Those mother-suckers cheated.

Okay, let me deal with this.

Get your ass back to the yard.

We're down two men, and they're nearly at the flag. Go.

Hey, Durek.

You see anyone cutting through the psych ward?

Durek, you there?

Turdblaster.

Does anyone even work in this place?

So, uh, what kind of torture are we expecting?

Is she a beatings kind of bitch,

or are head games more her thing?

Silence.

Still playing with fire, Zephyr?

I thought we taught you better.

What the hells?

Oat bar?

Ah, sleeping on the job.

Employee of the damn month.

Hey, Durek.

Hey.

Hey.

Shit.

John, emergency situation.

Damn straight, we're about to win.

Shut the game down. There's a murderer on your team.

So? You have three on yours.

I just found Durek

with a bullet in his skull.

Shit.

Anyone on your crew want him dead?

Everyone wanted him dead.

The guy taught a master class in dickbag.

Lose eyes on anyone during the game?

Just one.

Mace.

It's nice to have you home, Zephyr.

After what she did, she should be sent to the pit

until she's made right.

Your sister was wrong to run,

but she was right about the harvest.

She loved us enough to break our laws to save us.

We're just illiterate farmers to her. No better than cows.

Not true, cows are way nicer.

They said I was the drama queen.

It was hard for her, living in your shadow.

My shadow?

- She was the good kid. I was the freak. - Ah.

But history remembers the freaks.

Even Zaia knew you were special.

Look, there's something coming.

We've heard the rumors,

and we pray for all the Quad.

It's gonna take more than a prayer.

But Leith can help.

I just need access to the Tapestry.

The Tapestry is forbidden.

Its knowledge must never be misused again.

I saw something on it when I was a kid.

A monster.

An extinct species that they're cloning on Westerley,

changing an entire moon's atmosphere so it can live.

And when it does, everyone on Westerley will die.

The answer to how to stop it is somewhere on the Tapestry.

Cloning, terraforming...

These abominations are why the Tapestry is forbidden.

You would use its knowledge to annihilate an entire species?

It's against everything we believe.

The Lady wants to annihilate all of the human species.

Westerley's just the beginning, Leith will be next.

If you don't give us the rug, we have an army to take it.

I'm sorry Zephyr hasn't schooled you better in our ways.

We are peaceful, yes...

but we're not helpless.

The tea... She drugged the tea.

I didn't drink the tea.

Ah. My secret ingredient.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Never had land like this on Qresh.

Pip?

What are you wearing?

It's itchy as shit,

but hells if I ain't rocking the crap out of it, right?

How are you...

What is...

Okay, it's just... It's a dizzy spell.

It's totally norms when you're super-sized.

- Oh, my gods, oh, my gods, oh, my gods... - Yeah.

I hope she takes after you.

"She"?

Great Mother says it's a girl.

She's kicking.

Sweet mother of shit.

Strong heart. Just like her mama.

No. I have to get back.

Westerley needs me.

Leith needs you.

Maybe if you'd stayed home like a good daughter,

then I'd still be alive.

The real Pip would never say that.

Then what would I say, Zeph?

Wake up, Jaqobis.

These animals belong in cages,

not playing hide and damn sneak.

Johnny's got the prisoners isolated in the yard.

We can still contain the situation.

Well, there's a console I can use

in psych ward to lock down the yard.

The psych ward's quieter than I remember.

Well, we upped their meds after the riot.

I got a stash of weapons in my office.

- Might wanna call the doctor first. - What's wrong?

Little less drooly than uje.

They're not overmedicated.

I think they're dead.

We're coming for you, junkie!

Ha-ha!

The hells, Johnny?

Coaches are supposed to coach.

Sorry, dudes, emergency drill.

The Warden wants us back in our cells until she gets here.

All prisoners,

return to your cells.

So, I guess second chances are bullshit.

I'm sure it's nothing, but the sooner we get

in our hidey-holes, the sooner we can sort this out.

You want us all to work as a team,

then why don't you get on the level with us?

Can't expect us to risk our lives killing aliens

and then treat us like criminals.

- Durek was killed. - Durek was stationed near psych ward.

My team was nowhere near there.

But my team was. Smart money says,

the Warden thinks it was me.

You're the only one who didn't go into the vents, Mace.

You were right, Killjoy.

No more small spaces.

There's no way in hell

I'm going back in a cage!

Zeph?

Zeph...

Pip... What? She...

Drugged us, yes,

and threw us down a godsdamn well.

No, no, no, no, no. She threw us in the pit.

- I have to get out of here. - Yeah, that's the plan.

I have to get out!

That's the plan, but first you need to pull your shit together.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey.

How many times have they put you in here?

I was eight the first time...

Making letters in the sand.

Ten the second, questioning an Elder.

And then they threw me in here for three months

on my 12th name day...

after catching me in the Tapestry room.

And now I let them do it again.

How can I be a genius if I'm so godsdamn stupid?

How many times have I taken back Khlyen

after everything he's done to me?

To be fair, you are a slow learner.

Cheeky tit.

Every species has a weak spot,

and, uh... families exploit

the shit out of ours.

Maybe you are catching on.

Ready to rattle our cage?

You brawn, I brain.

Oh, we are so getting that on t-shirts.

Okay?

Hey, hippies!

We've seen the light.

Well?

Well, your white blood cell count is rising.

For now, it's working.

It doesn't feel like it's working.

Give the sedative time to take effect.

I spent eons in the Green biding time.

But out here I can actually feel it passing,

and it is so, so boring.

How do you handle it?

We read, rest.

Read to me, then.

But there aren't any books here.

Oh, please, you love telling your silly stories.

"When the days were long and the nights were deep..."

Days. "Days were deep."

That's what I said.

Continue.

When the nights were long,

and the days were deep...

there lived a star...

Who shined brighter than all her sisters in the sky.

But she was restless.

For millennia she had watched humans from above,

and now, being curious, she took their shape...

to learn what it was to feel.

The star walked among humans for so long, she forgot she wasn't one of them,

and when her star-sisters

mocked her for this,

she killed the humans

to prove she was still as cold and bright as they were.

But when she returned to the sky...

she missed her human friends.

Having learned at last

what it is to feel.

- Did this star have a name? - No.

Not in the story.

Maybe... she'd like to have a name.

Get close and take the shot.

Do right by Dutch for once in your goddamn life.

Bad, bad, bad Mace.

- Get in. - How the hell did you get the gun, Mace?

- You lifted it off Durek. - Yeah, still got the touch.

Get in. Go, go.

Prisoners aren't the only ones

with scores to settle.

So, you made sure he couldn't.

I didn't kill him, junkie.

Look, we all wanted that inverted testicle dead,

but you need to give me the gun now, or I can't help you.

Way to harsh my hero.

I thought we were supposed to trust each other.

That's a hell of a lot easier when I have the gun.

Their medication feeds malfunctioned,

administered a fatal dose.

You were supposed to be monitoring them.

I'm supposed to have staff.

We're supposed to report being held hostage.

There are a lot of things that we're supposed to do.

Prison bureaucracy won't mean jack when Lady Stabbybugs

is eating your face.

Yes, the scans you showed me are terrifying.

You know what else is terrifying?

If any one of these psychos

would get loose during your war or Coren's riots.

Malfunction did us a favor.

A... "favor'?

These were people.

They didn't see you that way.

That's why we have to lock them up.

He wasn't strapped into his feed.

No.

I had to smother that one with a pillow,

and that idiot Durek interrupted.

This is so going on your staff review.

No one's going to read it if they all think we're dead.

Thanks to you "blowing up the ship."

You're supposed to save lives, asshole.

That's what I'm doing,

but you have to cut out the tumors first.

Sweet dreams. I'll be back in a bit.

Promise you won't feel a thing.

What have you done with Dutch?

Safely escorted off our borders.

What, you think I fed her to the hogs?

She'll come back for me with friends.

Perhaps, but it's only your body they'll find.

You came from our soil, and to it,

you shall return.

But I'd rather your body stick around.

You're one of my favorites.

You punished me for everything I ever was.

Our ancestors' pursuit of knowledge

caused great suffering across the J.

I'm not responsible for my ancestors' mistakes!

And who cleans up after them if not us?

You never had faith in me

and the destiny that I planned for you.

Yeah, farming and forced interbreeding

wasn't really gonna work out for me.

They weren't my favorites, either.

If you do your duty and give children to the colony,

it was always my plan that you would succeed me.

And then, all of the secrets

of the Tapestry could be yours.

Zephyr...

The great minds of our ancestors bloom in you,

and if what you say is true,

we need you to survive.

Forgive an old woman's mistake.

It's all right, child. You're home now.

A good friend once said to me...

that you never really knew me.

Because if you did,

you'd know I'd never abandon my family.

What are you...

Lydian Nerve Pinch.

Holistic medicine's a science even you can appreciate.

I won't miss this place.

But I will miss your baking.

Time to end this.

I'm sorry, Yala.

What are you doing?

I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago.

This is just a shell.

My true body won't die, and I will kill you.

I've already lived more lives than I deserved.

Wait.

If it's just a shell,

why are you so scared of losing it?

I'm not.

I controlled you.

I turned you against everyone you trust.

I did everything you did to your little Yala,

so why don't you love me like she loved you?

Or like you still love her.

Get some rest.

Upsy-daisy, Macie.

Into your cell with the rest of the campers.

Move!

Enough of this shit. Failing grade, both of you.

If you turn on your men in here,

who the hells is gonna trust you down there?

This is not just some stupid game.

Westerley is counting on us to work together.

Very heroic, Killjoy,

and I hate to shit on your teachable moment, but...

Therapy's a crock.

- Fancy, you there? - Standing by.

Meet me at the evac site. We're going in for Zeph.

Looking for these?

See, when Zeph steals my shit,

she always leaves a note.

Zephyr writes now?

That right is for the Elders alone.

They're holding out on you.

I recommend some lady lit,

makes bath time way more fun.

Time we settle who's the better sister.

You're fast.

Mmm-hmm. Also a trained assassin,

champion fighter, and really pissed off.

But for Zeph's sake, I'll give you a free pass.

Just walk away, Zaia.

I've wrestled a rabid bull into his pen during rutting season.

You don't weigh more than a wet calf ling.

All right. Enough with the skinny-shaming. You wanna fight?

Let's pitch this shit.

Zeph never knew her place.

She never gives up!

Always needs to be right.

- Loyal as shit. - Can't shut up!

Best brains, better heart.

I can't shut up, I need to be right,

and I wish you could love that about me.

The gods will curse you.

The gods can suck it. The only power I answer to is science.

Gaseous Ryklex

is absorbed almost instantaneously.

I promise you'll be asleep when I euthanize you.

That's very sporting of you.

This is what happens when "enlightened" therapies

- obliterate common sense. - Oh, yeah?

Obliterate this.

Side effects to Ryklex include blurred vision,

tremors, and... Sorry, champ...

Floppy dick.

I won't let you unleash these monsters on the people of Westerley.

I'm a doctor.

I swore an oath.

Hey, Doc.

Way to capture the flag, Doc.

Mace was right. All those trips

to the psych ward really paid off.

My tolerance is through the roof!

I've decrypted the Madelaine Tapestry.

Once I've sifted the data, we can isolate The Lady's weakness.

Thanks, Luce. I'll never take you for granted again.

Turin and Pree were shit hackers.

Homecomings are the worst.

It's like I was raised by aliens.

Hey.

Some of us were raised by aliens.

You know, when I was little, everyone used to tell me,

"Why can't you be more like your sister?"

And I tried. I copied everything Zaia did.

But I was copying the wrong sister.

Thanks for always looking out for me.

That's what big sisters do.

Maybe once we save the world,

you and Zaia can go and grab a beer and sort your shit out.

Mmm.

My sister used to wanna try and kill me, too, remember?

Do you miss her? You never talk about Aneela.

She's out there, Zeph.

Somewhere.

Then we'll get her back.

We don't give up on this family.

Nice work taking out Doctor Deathwish.

Yeah, Rennika really needs to pay more attention to HR.

And pretty sweet coaching

getting Calvert and Mace to play nice together.

Well, not dying is a strong motivator.

Boom.

So, uh, maybe after this whole alien takeover is over,

we can double date.

- With Calvert? - Or Rennika.

Or that cute embezzler in 68-C.

She seemed nice.

And also into the ladies.

So, you have something in common.

Oh, man.

You are terrible at this.

I really am. I...

I just wanna make sure that you get what you deserve.

A date with a lesbian embezzler?

Love, asshole.

I think we have a standing date

with a homicidal prom queen first.

But after, if there is an after...

If there is an after...

you can pick the movie, but Pree picks my date.

Deal.

So, you love Dutch?

Figure of speech.

You love her.

I am still bigger than you.

D'av, kissy, kissy, kissy.

Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did Calvert or Rennika say something about me?

I'm not telling, bro.

To Leith harvest and to new friends.

To friends lost.

To friends we'll see again.

Cheers.

Well, slap me silly and call me Milly.

Did you make all this, Fancito?

Which means you're all doing the dishes.

He raids, he cooks, he builds shit.

Am I in love with Fancy?

Get in line, girl.

♪ Calling out your name ♪

♪ Throwing pieces of us to the flame ♪

♪ Chase the blackness away ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ There is no other ♪

This is why we're gonna beat The Lady.

Because we have this.

She has no one.

I feel better now.

Thank you.

And you'll still require regular treatment.

Until Jaq is found.

You still miss them? Your daughters?

Yes.

They were the stars I followed.

I could give you more than they ever could.

I will give you a galaxy.