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Warning.
AP Valve Malfunction
in the Reactor Chamber.

Repeat. AP Valve Malfunction
in the Reactor Chamber.

Bleed off excess anti-protons!
Initiate emergency venting!

Initiating.
15 seconds to overload.

Twelve seconds.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Surprise!

Happy Birthday!

We got you! Oh, did we
get him. Look at his face.
OK, you see that?

That is why you don't tell him
a week ahead of time.

Who put you up to this?
Harper overrode my
emergency protocols.

He said it was necessary
for the gag.

What's the matter?
Didn't they have surprise
parties in the High Guard?

Somehow they found
a less stressful setup
than reactor meltdown.

Blow out the candles! Now!

There's so many of them.

We've included
the three 303 years
you spent frozen in time.

But don't worry.
You don't look a day over 200.

Thank you.
Sometimes I feel like it.

I think I'm gonna need
some help here.

Ready? One. Two. Three!

May your next year bring
you wisdom and kindness.

I hate them, too.
What's that?

Birthdays. Every year
there's more of them
behind and fewer ahead.

Andromeda says you spent
your last birthday
on Tarn Vedra.

It was at a ski resort
in the Avarix Mountains
with Sarah.

Dinner cost
a Nightsider's ransom.

I still can't believe
I know someone who's
been to the Homeworld.

It's like having
seen Atlantis.

Tarn Vedra's no myth.
I was born there.

My mother
was a High-G shuttle pilot,

my father worked
at the Imperial Gardens.

And I... I grew up
in the human quarter
of Bishana Tarn.

The architecture,
the museums,

every day it was like walking
through 10,000 years of history.

And now, well now it's...

now there's not a single
slipstream route left

connecting Tarn Vedra
to the rest of the universe.

It might as well be locked
up in a steel box.

Yeah.

A steel box.
A steel box with no key.

What's going on?

Happy Birthday!

I... I'll just show
you how to do it.
It's a little sticky.

Here you go.

Slipstream routes.
A key.

The map to Tarn Vedra.

Happy birthday, Dylan.
You're going home.

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,
the greatest civilization
in history has fallen.

But now one ship, one crew
have vowed to drive back
the night,

and rekindled
the light of civilization.

On the starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

It's a lovely gesture, Beka.

But you can't get to Tarn Vedra
from here from anywhere.

No one's found a viable
slip-route to the Vedran
homeworld

since the Commonwealth fell.

Oh ye of little faith.

Do you remember when Harper
and Trance stole the--

Acquired.

"Acquired" the diary of Hasturi,
the mad Perseid?

Ah, yes. The only sentient
to reach Tarn Vedra since
the fall. Or so he claimed.

Hey, believe it or not,
I actually read that thing.

The crap I went
through to get that,
and it's total gibberish.

Steer by the glow
of the... Cyclops' eye?

It's half mystical mumbo-jumbo,
half putrid poetry,
and half bad math.

That's three halves.

Like I said: bad math.
To you, maybe.
But you're not a pilot.

Prune away all this bad poetry,
and you get this.

The road to Tarn Vedra.

Chapter one, verse one.

"I set a course
for the swan palace
of lapis and gold."

The Capella system.

A binary star one blue,
one yellow.

Lapis and gold.

It's all here. From Capella
to Algareb to Seginus.

All the way to Tarn Vedra
in 46 easy steps.

Slow down, Moses.

Hardly easy.
This trail bisects
a stellar nursery.

And it passes within 20 AU
of a collapsing quasar.

Not to mention negotiating
around the twin cores
of the Andromeda galaxy.

History knew that all
the normal routes
had been destroyed...

so he explored all
the abnormal ones.

Well, he certainly
picked some beauties.

Think of the shipyards.

Imagine all the new parts
just waiting for Andromeda.

And what would contacting
the Vedran homeworld do
for a reunited Commonwealth?

This could light a fire under
our whole crusade.

It's dangerous, Beka.

Yeah. Maybe it is dangerous...

but someone once told me
that nothing worth doing
is easy.

Hello, Tyr. What do you want?

Command codes
for the Eureka Maru.

As in my ship? Aw...
did you wake up insane,
or was it a slow onset?

I've given it some
considerable thought,

and I've decided that
this quest of yours

is wrong-headed and most
likely to prove fatal.

So if it's all the same
to you, I prefer to wait
it out on this... vessel,

and if you survive, you
can pick me up and tell
me all about Tarn Vedra.

And here I thought you cared.

I care enough not to want
to watch you and Dylan
and the rest

kill yourselves on some
fools' crusade.

Tyr, do I strike you as some
sort of starry-eyed dreamer?

No. In fact, most
of the time, you're
admirably self-interested.

Well. This is most
of the time.

Wake up, Tyr. You think
I'm going to Tarn Vedra
for the art galleries?

That planet was not only
the seat of government,

it was also the home base
for the Commonwealth's military,

including its arms depots.
Lovely.

So, the situation presents
some interesting possibilities.

Now, you wake up.
No one's reached
Tarn Vedra in 300 years,

and better pilots than you
have died trying.

There are no better
pilots than me.

Arms depots, eh?

I knew that'd get
your attention.

Andromeda, do we
have any nanobots
that can... eat metal?

Really big chunks of metal.
Like, I dunno, say...
underground vaults, maybe?

Have you considered
the possibility,

that the Vedrans might not
want you to loot their home?

And have you considered
the possibility that they may
not even be there anymore?

For all we know, the place
could be abandoned...
ripe for the pickin's.

And besides,
it's not... looting.
It's... gleaning.

There's a very fine line
between gleaning and pillaging.

I believe one draws that
line with a laser saw.

I fear there is one
possibility everyone
is overlooking

in this mad dash
for wealth and glory.

Vedrans are a very powerful
and ancient race.

They conquered known
space, and they tamed it.

What if Tarn Vedra
was not cut off
from the slipstream at all?

What if they cut
themselves off?

And what if they don't
want to be found?

Beka.

Beka, are you in here?

Whoa! Sorry, I didn't
realize you were...

No. No, it's fine, I was done.

Have you made
a decision, Dylan?

Oh yes! Right. Right!
Look, look...

Do you really think
that you can do this?

I wouldn't have volunteered
if I didn't think I could
pull it off.

Yeah, well, see you know,
I was... I was checking
your figure...

I mean... the... your figures...

and 70 percent of our
transit time would
be in the slipstream itself.

That's psychologically
exhausting under ideal
conditions...

and these routes that
you're talking about
it's gonna be hard on the pilot.

I mean, on any pilot.
I mean, look what
it did to Hasturi.

Yeah, but Hasturi
was a Perseid.

They're all twitchy obsessive
compulsives to begin with.

He was probably
crazy before he started.

Look, Dylan, I can do this.
I know I can.

Nothing worth doing...

OK. Let's give it a shot.
Report to command.

Oh... take your time.
I mean... I... as you were.

Hey! You think
it's on Tarn Vedra, don't you?

The Engine of...
Seamus, Ix-Nay.

Right. Right.
But it's there, isn't it?
Maybe. We'll see.

The face of the Divine.

Come again?

The Andromeda Galaxy.

If the universe
is a manifestation
of the Divine...

could not the slipstream
be the very mind of God?

Well, if that's the case,
I'm afraid God had a seizure

and forgot all
about Tarn Vedra.

And here comes God's
little brain surgeon.

Beka! Some humility, please!

Yeah, I tried that once.
I didn't like it.

Like they say,
"In the slipstream,
confidence is everything."

Apparently.

All right, Beka.
Let's do this.

Transiting to slipstream.
Three. Two. One.

Welcome to Capella.
Hello, Capella.
Goodbye, Capella.

Hello and goodbye, Algareb.

On screen. Full magnification.

That's the Seginus System.

Or as Hasturi put it,
the Sockets of Twelve
Ax-Handles.

Ten down, 36 to go.

She is a remarkable pilot.

And you're surprised?

Hey, I'm choosy about who
I work for, you know.

So am I.

Ten jumps, no waiting.
Good work, Beka.

It was a snap.

For you, maybe,
but Rev looks like hell.

Well, worse than he
normally does and even
I'm feeling the strain.

I think we'll rest here
in normal space for a while.
What?

And break our momentum?
No, I'm fi... Look! I... Look!

Tarn Vedra's been lost
for 300 years. We do not
have to find it this morning.

Go.

Going.

So, where are we now?

That's Epsilon Bel.
It's an X-Ray pulsar.

See how she blinks
on and off?

Hasturi called that the eye
of the blinded Cyclops.

Hasturi makes a lot
of references to the ancient
Earth epic, the Odyssey.

Except when he confuses
his Vedrans with his centaurs,

then he just veers right
off of Homer and starts
quoting Einstrom Becksman.

The Hawks of Scaroth.
Majestic.

If you like beheadings.

I'm beginning to think
this may actually work.

Oh, I see. So you
doubted me up 'til now?

Beka, you wound me.

I doubt you never.

Wise guy.

Yes!

OK, whatever that was,
I know it wasn't good.
Beka?

It's OK. It's all under control.

Polymer web.

We certainly are. Andromeda,
determine our exact location.

I know our location.
We're in between Scylla
and Charybdis.

Halfway between Andromeda
galaxy's two cores.

And the twin black holes
at their centers.

Tell you what. Let's skip
the formalities and move on
to our next destination, OK?

Aye-aye.

Sorry.

Damn it!

And that would mean
there's a problem.

I can't find the way
into slipstream.

It's like the entire area
is a gravitational riptide.

I think we're stuck.

OK, Harper, dazzle me.

We are here. On your
left will be a black hole
we'll call, say... "rock".

And on your right, one
we'll call "hard place".

For those of you
who are feeling torn,

the mass of your average
galactic core super-black hole

is equal to about
a hundred million suns.

And we are trapped
jam smack dab right
between two of 'em.

So, you can forget about
finding a slipstream portal.

One wrong move, and we
are talking entire planets

being ripped
to molecular shreds.

I can get us out.

If I can just find the sweet
spot between the two
gravitational cores,

they'll neutralize
each other.

If being the operative word.

Theoretically, Dylan,
she is correct.

If we're off course by even
a few kilometers, we're history.

We both knew the risks
when we started out.
I can do this.

I'm not doubting you,
Beka. I'm just looking
to maximize the odds.

Harper, I want you to optimize
the control interface

and see if you can eke
a better performance
out of the slipstream drive.

Rommie, work out worse
case scenarios. And you...

take a break. You're exhausted
and I need you sharp.

I'm fine.
It's not a debate.

Beka?

Trance?

Trance, I didn't know
you were in here.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's just... all that time
in slipstream really
gives me a headache.

Wouldn't you be more
comfortable in Andromeda's
crew quarters?

I guess so.
It's just...

you know, my favorite plants
are here, and it kinda feels
like my bed. Is that silly?

Nope.
I know exactly what you mean.

You know, you look kind
of tired. Maybe you should
take a nap, too.

Instant nap. Just add water.

Are you sure? Because...
Trance, stop.

I know what I'm doing.
Everything's gonna be fine. OK?

I don't... I don't, I'm not...
feeling... good.

Trance?

I can't explain it.
Perhaps it's our proximity
to the galactic core.

Radiation, gravitational
flux, the tidal forces
of those twin singularities.

Rev! Spill it.

Trance's physiology is as alien
as anything I have ever seen.

Whatever energy flow
she has is fading rapidly.

Beka, I'm afraid
we're losing her.

Let me sit with her
for a minute.

You go pray for a speedy
recovery or whatever
it is you do.

Divine compassion is stronger
medicine than you know. I will
go pray for her.

Andromeda,
give us a minute, please.

Privacy mode engaged.

What are you doing?

Trance, you're up.

What are you doing
with the medicine?

Acetylcholine, neurostimulant?
You're making flash?

I know what I'm doing.

Trance, I have to get
us out of here.

But flash...
Will boost my reaction time

and help me anticipate
changes in the stream.
It's what it was made for.

But you can't do that.
It's so bad for you.

No. No, I'll be fine.
Everything's gonna be OK.

I'll take care of everything,
Trance. I promise.

Let's get you back to bed.

Status?

The tidal forces
of the galactic core
are still too strong.

We need to go a little further
before we can enter slipstream.

Steady as she goes.
Maximum PSL.

Hey, Dylan.

Hi, Beka. How's Trance?

Not great. But I'm better.
All I needed was a catnap.

I'm impressed.

Well, don't be.
I'm the one that got us

in this predicament
in the first place.

The least I can
do is get us out.

Just make sure that
we're clear of the core
before you stream.

You're telling me to tiptoe
back out of here.
I can do that. I will do that.

Don't break my ship.

We're clear.

We're clear.

Stream away.

Stream away.

Trance! Trance!

Trance! Oh, you're awake.
Thank the Divine.

Good work, Beka.
You have my thanks.
That was very impressive.

It was nothin'.
No, I mean it.

Suddenly you could do no wrong.

We didn't even upgrade
the equipment
or recalibrate the controls.

Oh, I see. So you get pilot
error, but you have no room
for pilot excellence.

Can't you just accept
the fact that I'm good?

Maybe just as good
as Captain Terrific himself?

Excuse me?

Sorry. Sorry, I'm stressed.

Tell you what.

Why don't we just stay
here in normal space
for a while,

and let Andromeda give
you a spell. OK?

Yeah. Yeah.

A break will do me good.
Gives me a chance to maybe
read the little mystery...

Hey! My guys bled
for that! My score!

Hey, Beka! Mind telling me
what that was all about?

Sorry. I am sorry.
I... you're right. I...

I'm pushing myself too hard.
I really need a break.

Damn right you do.
You've been slip-piloting

for 16 hours nonstop. No one
can keep up that pace.

Yeah. I can. I can do it.
Dylan, I...

I was born in the slipstream.
I can do this.

It's just... it's exactly
what you said. I...
I need a break.

I need a break and it'll
be... it'll be fine.
You'll see. You'll see.

Boss? I just wanted
to come by and tell you

I have the utmost...
confidence in your ability
to smoke

What in the name
of the Vedran Empress?

Walk away.
You were never here.

You're doing flash.
I don't believe it. Flash?

Beka, come on.
You know what that
stuff does to people.

People kill over that stuff
their family and friends.

Did you know that 82%
of people on prison planets
are flash addicts?

Do you know what?
They tell you that kind
of stuff just to scare you.

Sure, to scare you out
of killing your neighbors.

Look, I'm not gonna pretend
this crap is good for me.

I know first-hand
what flash can...

I'm using minuscule doses.

For a limited time.
It's medicine, and it's working.

You saw, you heard
what Dylan said.

If it's such good medicine,
why don't you tell Dylan?

Because Dylan is Dylan.
Dylan wouldn't cheat
on his FTA dues.

Besides, it's none of his
business what I put in my
bloodstream.

Fine. It's your brain.

But I don't like to see
you like this, Rebecca.
I'm just trying to help.

Then leave. Then just leave.
Leave! And let me do my job!

You know, Harper, I've
saved your skin before,
and I'll save it again.

But you have got
to get off my back,

or so help me, I will drop
you back on the trash heap
where I found you!

OK.

Beka! Did you
have a good rest.

I've had an epiphany.
Rommie, diagram our
last nine transits.

Processing.

Hasturi called
that the Belt of Orion.

Orion is in the Milky Way.

We're two million
light-years from there.

Yes! But Hasturi was a lunatic!
The point...

The point is,
we're back on track.

I can still get
us to Tarn Vedra.

Beka, that route takes us
within five light-minutes
of a charged plasma nebula.

The Black Goat
with a Thousand Young.
Yeah, yeah.

And I'll have us out
of there in one hot second.

Not good enough.
Rommie, plot a course
back to the galactic fringe.

Did you hear me?

I-I just finished saying
we don't have to turn
around. I can do it.

I can get us there
in 12 transits. Ten!

Boss? I... I...

I abstain.

Beka, I appreciate
your dedication,

and I have confidence
in your abilities,
but I don't buy your math...

You can't finesse
a risk/benefit ratio.

I agree.

The dangers significantly
outweigh the potential rewards.

I expect this kind of thing
from Mr. Self-Preservation,
here.

But you!
Dylan, I thought
you had guts.

You're under a lot of strain,
which is why I've cut you
a lot of slack,

but I think it's time you
left the bridge and went
back to your quarters, now.

Is that an order,
Captain, My Captain?

Oh, I forgot.
Actually, you're not
a real captain, are you?

There's no High Guard!
There's no commissioned
officers.

Who around here
is an actual captain?

Don't tell me,
let me guess...

It's coming to me,
it's coming to me.

Lets see.
That would be, me!

That's enough!

This is my ship,
and when you're on my ship,

you will comport yourself like
the captain you claim to be!

Reasoning with her
will do little good.

She's under the influence
of mind-altering drugs.

What?
"What?" Heh.

Says who, Uber?
Captain Valentine...

I can hear your
heartbeat racing.

I can see the sheen
of perspiration and smell
the adrenaline fueling it.

Tell me...

Did you think that Nietzschean
vision would be unable

to distinguish between a human
cornea and a contact lens?

Beka, flash?
What are you... Are you insane?

What... it's not what you...
Everybody needs it. Besides...

I thought you made your
own rules,
Mr. Beyond Good and Evil.

This hasn't a thing to do
with good or evil.

Drugs create dependency.
Dependency is weakness,
and weakness is death.

Tyr, you could've
told me earlier.

It was working.

And Mr. Harper, I'm
sure you were well aware.

She's flash-fried
and freeze-dried.

You're gonna pay
for this!

Beka, you are relieved of duty.
What?

Now, give it to me.

Who's gonna fly you out
of this mess if not me?
I'm your best pilot.

You should be thankful that
I can't court-martial you.
Now, give me the bottle.

Fine.

Catch.

Sorry.

Brace for slipstream!

Medical alert.
Patient condition critical.

Tyr, escort Captain Valentine
to V-deck.

That's the last time I go
to the mat for you guys!

"Dependency is weakness,
weakness is death."

You know what, Tyr?
You know what?
I got two words for you...

Anabolic... Steroids!
Oh, yeah, I forgot.

You're Mr. Pure and Natural,
aren't you?

Yeah. You're... too good
for human women,
that's for sure.

Beka, is there anything
you need?

Yeah... a door key.

I was thinking more along
the lines of a light supper.

Food? No! No... Maybe water.
Or maybe a lemonade.

Yeah! Yeah, yeah.
A lemonade would be great.

I'll see what I can do.

OK. I'll be right here.

OK, Andromeda.
Give me what you can.

Come on.

Yeah, I know.

Trance? Welcome back...

At least one of my patients
is improving.

Who else is sick?

Beka. She...
Took flash.

I saw her stealing
the ingredients.
I tried to stop her.

You must not blame
yourself for Beka's actions.

Then neither can you.

Well, I... I never said I was.

No, you didn't.
But you thought it.
I know you, Rev.

You always try
to say the right thing,

so people will see
things the right way...

and then they'll always end up
making the right choices.

Yes, I suppose I do.

Sometimes, you just have
to allow people to make
the mistakes they need to make.

Thank you.

My hair hurts.

You are withdrawing
from a very powerful drug.

It's bound to be uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable?"

Rev, every nerve
ending is on fire.

My skull is two
sizes too small.

I want to rip my skin off
with my fingernails.

I was thinking...

maybe it would be better
to taper off slowly, you
know? Safer.

I just need you to get
me a couple of drops.

I promise. I promise,
just a taste.

Beka, this will not
end your pain.

It will merely postpone it.

It's funny. I'm always the one
that has it all together.

But right now, I just...

I just feel shattered
into a million pieces.

I have always believed,

the Divine loves us best
at the broken times.

Well, I'm a pilot.

And no one ever loved me
best for screwing up.

Everything's redlining, boss.

If I give the engines
any more power,
they'll explode.

OK, let's bring it.

Brace for slipstream everyone.
This isn't going to be fun.

Nicely done.

That unfamiliar sound you hear
is me exhaling with relief.

You took us 15 light years
from the gravity well.

We've almost cleared
the core.

Why are we headed
toward Tarn Vedra?

I thought you wanted
to turn back.

I do. I was heading
in the opposite direction.
That wasn't me.

The ship transited
all by itself.

Joke's on you, Sparky.
Five more jumps.
Five more jumps, Sparky!

And we're home free.

- Tyr, report.
- Give me a plasma cannon.

and some shake-charges.
I'll have her out of there
in five minutes.

If we spook her
she could drop us right
into a supernova.

We have to find another way.

What I want to know
how my security system
was fooled

into thinking command
had been destroyed in battle.

It's the only way she
could control me
from the slipstream core.

Well. Rommie,
you remember when
we first met you?

When you tried to hijack me?
Yes, Harper, I remember it well.

You were open salvage!

Besides, we didn't
know there'd be any

High Guard leftovers
on board. No offense, Dylan.

You installed overrides
to bypass Andromeda's
security system.

Overrides which you
said you disconnected!

Overrides which, if memory
serves, and it always does,

you disconnected under
my personal supervision!

OK, so maybe I didn't
disconnect every single
little override.

I mean, we had only met you.
Dylan was all very impressive,

for the most part we
were buying this restore
the Commonwealth game,

but for all we knew, he
coulda been some whacko

trying to take us
on some insane quest.

Yeah. Yeah, like
finding Tarn Vedra.

OK, so we're paranoid.
So sue us.

We needed a Plan B.
You always have a Plan B.

Yes, but my Plan B's work.

Hey, Beka, it's Dylan.

If you're trying to bypass
security, forget it.

No, no. I just...
I just want to talk.

Sorry, I'm just a little
busy right now.

I have to smooth out
this interface a titch.

You want some help?

Yeah! Yeah,
that's a great idea.

Why don't you just come
on in and you can take over.

You can turn us around
and scamper on home.

Oh, so you're still trying
to get to Tarn Vedra.

What do you think,
Dylan? I...

that I'd get you a birthday
present and then just take
it back?

"I'm sorry, Rocket. I needed
it. But I'll get you another
one, I promise."

Who called you Rocket?
Like you don't know.

Pretend I don't.

Look, I'm not
my father, OK?

I'm not an addict.
I can stop any time I want.

Then why don't you?

Because I made a promise.

And this Valentine
keeps her promises.
Now, excuse me...

I've got work to do.

Damn it!

Boss, she
cut the comm link.

Then find a way around it.
Andromeda, status.

Beka's last
heading is taking us
too close to the quasar.

I can't even activate
the neutrino dampers
with her re-routing the helm.

You have to get
her out of there.

Beka!

Hey, Dylan. Fancy
meeting you here.

You have to turn around.
Getting to Tarn Vedra

is not worth sacrificing
my ship.

Give up? Uh-uh. No.
Not me. I don't give up.

I may not be good for much,
but you can always count on
me to keep my word.

You've got nothing to prove!
You're one of the best
starship pilots I...

What? You call that
slagheap a starship?

Frankly, I think it's a miracle
you keep it flying at all.

I know.

And if I can get those
bolts to fly,

just imagine what I can
do with the Andromeda.

I can get you all
the way home!

Beka, my home died
a long time ago.

Radiation level exceeding
safety limits.

Access code
Zelazney-Seven-Four-Niner!

Beka, let him go!

You bastard! You're just
like the rest of 'em!

You'll say anything
to get what you want!

You know me better than that.
I want to help you.

Oh, crap! You want to ditch me.
You want to... me.

Beka, look at yourself! Look!
Look what you've become!

Listen, Beka,
I'm trying to stop you
from killing yourself.

I've lost 4000 people
from my original crew. 4000.

I will be damned if I'm
gonna lose one more.

Not like this, Beka.

Not like this.

Just let me try one more time.

One more dose,
and I can jump
us all the way...

Into a sun
or a black hole.

Beka.

Beka! The flash
is affecting
your judgment.

If you listen to it,
it will kill you.

Radiation level
approaching critical.

I won't. I won't.
I won't die.

Are you sure?

No.

Take it.

Oh, man,
she's overdosing.

Take it.
Harper.

Dylan, radiation
levels are critical. We have
to get out of here. Now!

What has she done.
Radiation levels are normal.

Dylan, we've
transited back to the galactic
fringe. We made it.

Good. Good.

Captain Valentine.
It's good to have you back.

I guess I didn't get us
to Tarn Vedra.
No.

Did I wreck the ship?

You came damn close.

Trance. Is she...
She's fine.

So's Rev.

Oh my god, I shot Rev.

I think the betrayal hurt
him more than the actual
injury itself.

Flash might be good for your
reflexes, but it's murder
on your disposition.

Flash isn't good
for anything, Beka.
You almost killed yourself.

If you had been in the Maru,
you would have died.

Andromeda barely
pulled you through.

I saw you, Beka.

You liked being on flash.
I mean it filled some
kind of need in you.

And even when
it was killing you,
you wanted more.

Rommie may have been
able to clean the chemicals
out of your blood,

but she can't fix
that want or that need.

So from now on,
every morning I'll wake
up thinking about flash.

And every night I'll go
to bed thinking about flash.
Is that it?

What do you know,
I'm my father after all.

In the High Guard,
we pledged to hold
the line against the night.

That's what
the Commonwealth meant.

And on this ship...

the Commonwealth still exists.

On this ship...

we hold the line against
the darkness in all of us.

I know.

Dylan, I know.

I'm gonna have to fight
it every day for the rest
of my life.

And I'll be with you...

every step of the way.