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You pull into the roll.

It's counterintuitive at first,

but it radically increases your
distance from the enemy.

Aeryn, my module is a
research craft.

It's not built for
hairpin maneuvers.

Would you like to learn
how to do this

or are you content to continually
display your ineptitude?

My ineptitude? You mean my improvisation
that kind of bails your sorry military...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What is that smell?

What?

It's your hair. It smells.

Zhaan gave me something.

All right.

It smells good.

I like it.

Well, it's not for you to like.

Oh.

Then what's it for?

For me to like.

You don't like that...
I like it?

Personal indulgences can
fracture a small crew.

I would never tell them that
you scented your hair.

No!

Aeryn... Aeryn, no.

No, no, I will not be a slave
to your hormones.

My hormones? Hey, I was lips,
you were tongue.

Why did you do your hair? Huh?

To see if you'd notice.

Standing at attention.

Well, I'll let Zhaan know that
you find her oils pleasing.

It's you I find pleasing.

You want some advice?

Not particularly.

Makes me want to give it
to you even more.

Hey, there's too much pressure.

She's scared of the future.

So why not just live
in the moment?

You come up with that yourself?

Go fast with the body,
slow with the soul.

Maybe you should find
someone like that.

Commander Crichton, Chiana.

Please join the others in
the Command at once.

Okay, Pilot, they're here.

Now, tell us why have
we stopped moving?

Are you familiar with Automated
Peacekeeper Satellite Weaponry?

Self-Tracking Pulse Cannons?

We are locked in a
cross-targeted helix.

Pilot, give us immediate Starburst.
- Impossible.

The initiation of an energy surge
will result in our destruction.

Is it Scorpius?
Do you think they found us?

There are no vessels
anywhere near.

Then how the frell did
they get here?

Perhaps from the inhabited star
systems on Moya's sense horizon.

These cannons appear to be
their first line of defense.

Peacekeeper settlements
this far into the Uncharted Territories?

Goddess help us.

We got to do something.

- Something useful.

A representative of the inhabited
system has been signaling us.

By the yotz! Run, fight,
surrender. Pick one!

Moya chooses surrender.

Resistance by her means death.

My name is John Crichton,
an astronaut.

A radiation wave hit and I got
shot through a wormhole.

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship,

a living ship, full of strange
alien life-forms.

Help me.

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there
who can hear me?

I'm being hunted by an insane
military commander.

I'm doing everything I can.

I'm just looking for
a way home.

I am.

Oh, no. No way, Jose.
You keep your mouth shut.

But I am our best negotiator.

Our best self-serving, to hell
with everyone else-iator. Shut up.

Our scan reveals you,
indeed have no large weaponry or hidden cargo.

Yes, and despite this ship's
Peacekeeper history,

we are in no way affiliated
with them.

We are as stated, Counselor
Tyno, peaceful.

And as such, we now release you
to travel as you will.

You're not going to shoot?

Well, that was a productive
four arns.

May we approach your worlds?

We are prepared to pay
for provisions.

I'm afraid that's impossible
during coronation time.

Coronation time?

I am Dominar Rygel the Sixteenth
of the Hynerian Empire.

Would you turn away royalty bearing
gifts for your new sovereign?

Escaped prisoners bearing gifts?

Hear me, Counselor Tyno, your hatred of
the Peacekeepers can never approach ours.

Fate has conspired to forge
this alliance.

The Royal Planet will
receive you.

Understand, as festivities approach,
we are under strict security.

Weapons of any kind will
result in incarceration.

Was I right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Was I right?

Yes, Rygel, you were right.

Don't ever forget it.

Aeryn, I want to talk.

I want to talk less.

We tried that.
It leads to kissing.

Oh...

That's a joke.

It's to relieve the tension.

Wasn't funny. Just give me
some space, John.

Fine. Have the whole universe.

Chiana!

Yeah!

I'm going down to the planet.
You want to hang?

Yeah!

That's good.

Cool, can I come in?

Whoa, geez!

Whoa-ho-ho! Bad time.

No, good time.
Sorry, wrong time.

John, my life has been one crushing
disappointment after the next

but with this girl I have managed
to find moments of pleasure.

Don't blow it for me.

Never, it's cool.
I'm happy for you.

Good.
- All right?

Good.
- Good.

How come I'm always the
last to know?

So these are the fabled
breakaway colonies.

When they declared independence
and fled from our home systems

no one gave them a chance
of surviving.

And yet, here they are still hating
the Peacekeepers 1,900 cycles later.

And every Peacekeeper attempt since
then to forge a coalition has failed.

I'd say they enjoy their
freedoms far too much, Aeryn.

Yeah.
- And why not?

Buy you a drink for a few words.

You mean now that
Chiana's occupied?

Have you made a run
at Zhaan yet?

Oh, that is unfair.

Hi.

Oh, no, no, no, no, I stopped
raving years ago.

It doesn't hurt you.

It's just for the kiss.

It's no taste.
Kind of like an old...

Sorry.

It's great, you know. It's a whole world
designed for your rutting instincts.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Try him. He seems to
love kissing.

Oh, no, no.

I am never leaving this world.

Hey.

Clavor, my sweet, there's a
Sebacean down here your sister hasn't kissed yet.

You said the borders were
closed. No new visitors.

And you said it wouldn't matter that
my sister could never assume the throne,

no matter how many suitors
they bring in.

Her chemical compatibility
is irrevocably altered.

You will be king.

Is this Crichton intelligent?

Surprisingly, despite
his appearance.

I find it strange, Counselor Tyno,
that you're in Coronation Time

and have yet to identify
your crown successor.

As firstborn, it was always
intended for Princess Katralla.

But by law, unless she can find
a compatible mate,

the kingdom will fall to
her younger brother.

She's a slave to our mother.

I'm the only one who'll
recognize the Scarran Imperium,

even if you are the best
they could send.

Now, now, you two.

Well, if you're not going
to be king, Clavor,

I'm not going to marry you.

Excuse me, Zhaan.

Why didn't you visit the
Royal Planet with the others?

My solitude is so important
to me, Pilot.

I barely have enough time to pursue
the tenets of my priesthood as it is.

Being presumptuous, I have opened all
the doors on the chamber on this tier.

Moya and I are pleased you have
once again chosen to stay with us.

Two drops from these little
vials and we can tell if our...

if our DNA is compatible
for children.

Um, no, no. I...

Come on, what have we got to lose?
- I don't want to.

Our innocence.
That's what we've got to lose.

Ah...

Hey, hey...

It's just a game for us,
D'Argo, okay?

We don't play by the
rules they do.

The truth is, we're
not compatible.

Well, only our DNA...

not the parts that make
us feel pleasure.

Why is he watching us
so intently?

When's the last time you saw a
Scarran on a diplomatic mission?

What do you think he wants, besides
killing Peacekeepers, I mean?

The same thing my former superiors
wanted, a covenant with this kingdom.

Go away.

Go.

Have you lost your mind?

Do it.

Eww!

Sweet.

I'm so pleased.

Me, too.

How unexpected.

I wish you both the very
best of fortune.

Thank you.

Zhaan...

Zhaan!

Pilot, are you calling me?

It's Scorpius.

Scorpius has found us.

Is the Command Carrier
any closer, Pilot?

Still held in abeyance at the
Satellite Cannon perimeter.

Have they spotted our orbit yet?

Confirmed.

Moya senses the
Peacekeeper scan.

Have we got time to retrieve
Crichton and the others?

No.

What if we let them
see us and then...

Starburst.

Scorpius may think we're
all aboard and pursue.

Goddess, please send
us guidance.

Make this the right
thing to do.

Where are D'Argo and Chiana?

Alternately exchanging body fluids and checking
a tracking station to locate Moya's orbit.

Doesn't that just figure? Look,
let's get that drink out of your hand.

- Excuse me. I'm going to sober
you up and get you out of here.

Yeah, in a second, buddy.

Were you once a Peacekeeper?

No.

Oh, it's Counselor Tyno, right?

Look, we got a little problem.
Our ship...

Your friends have been given access
to our Space Command to find your ship,

but for now if you don't mind.

Look, I'm a little partied out
so if you could maybe...

Please.

Okay.

It's, uh, sweet.

It's sweet. It's kind of
like molasses.

Guards.

Look!

Look at the Princess!

She's smiling.

Uh-oh.

Cannot be!
- No, Clavor.

Take your claws off me.

My sister is not supposed to be
compatible with another Sebacean.

And as far as we know,
she isn't.

Do not make a spectacle,
Your Highness.

The kiss was sweet!

They're compatible!

What the hell's going on?

For your protection.

What if their DNA is cohesive?

Then this pawn, whoever he is, must
die tragically within a solar day.

I understand everything you're almost
saying, except am I under arrest?

Absolutely not.

Good.

Please, try to understand.

I understand.

You asked me to kiss that chick.

You kissed our Princess.

Yeah, and now we're "compatible"?
What the hell does that mean?

You're the only male we've found
who might be able to provide her

with healthy children.

You want a donation at
the sperm bank?

I want you to consider
marrying her.

You would just have to be
on this side of my life

to understand how frelling
insane that is.

She will be our next Empress.
You would be Regent.

Others would die for
this chance.

See, "die." There's the problem.
There's the "die" part.

All I ask is that you consider this
blessing that's been laid before you.

"Blessing", Counselor Tyno?

When the actual truth of power
is so much closer to "curse."

What?

Stop it!

Before I speak with them,
not during.

She's an ignorant creature.

John Crichton, Prince Clavor,
our second-in-line to the throne.

First among my people.

You may take the guards and
leave us now, Tyno.

My instructions are otherwise.

This potential suitor to the throne is to
remain under protective custody at all times.

And whose order dares to
countermand mine?

The Empress.

Your mother.

I will speak with you...

later.

There's always one in
every family.

If Princess Katralla fails to wed
by the anniversary of her birth

the throne goes to
Prince Clavor.

Uh-huh. When's the expiry day?

A matter of solar days.

Is this my cell?

Your room, yes.

Where have you two been?

We've been in the Space Command
Center all night.

Moya is no longer in orbit
around this planet.

And Flight Control confirmed that she didn't
crash, so Zhaan and Pilot probably just...

Starburst away and abandoned us.

If we wanted to jump
to conclusions.

You know Crichton's in custody.

What?!
- Mm-hmm.

He kissed some Princess and
now they won't let him go.

Of all the stupid...

You want me to jump to
another conclusion?

He probably wouldn't be in this
dren if it wasn't for you.

Me?!
- Yeah. If you hadn't rejected him.

It wasn't my door he was last
seen sniffing under.

Some women consider that
a compliment.

Some women have to.

Whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa.

As entertaining as this is at the
moment, it's getting us nowhere.

Rygel's with Crichton.

When he comes back, we'll
have more information.

As far as Moya goes, I think
we should just wait.

No. You're coming with me and you're going
to show me where they're keeping Crichton.

We already tried.
They won't let you see him.

Shut up, Chiana.

Ka D'Argo, is it? I don't
believe we've had the pleasure.

I am totally unarmed.

I bear you no ill will.

Perhaps we should, um...

well, reorder...

and share a repast.

I knew there was more to it.

Scorpius.

He doesn't look at all
Peacekeeper.

His father was Scarran.
My race.

His mother, Sebacean.

He knows these companions
of Crichton.

Crichton surely works
for Scorpius.

By marrying a spy to your sister, they
gain the advantage with your dynasty,

and block our advance.

Ah! Forgive my ignorance, sagacious
teacher, I trusted you to make this work.

Was that unwise of me?

You will rule, not because
you desire it, Clavor,

but because I do.

This is Scorpius we
are talking about.

Yes, and it's my life, D'Argo.

Look, the Princess is nice.
She's sweet.

And it might be fun to go
shopping for the rest of my life,

but I am not getting married.

What's the word on Moya?

Nothing. And what difference
does it make, anyway?

Scorpius has a full Command
Carrier out there waiting for us,

which is probably why Zhaan
and Pilot have taken off.

He's right, you know.

Only place we're safe
is in this palace.

I'm sorry. You saying I should get married?
- I would.

You're a polygamist.
- John?

What?
- Think it through.

Scorpius has offered me
a deal to turn you in.

What, time share at his
condo in Hell?

He's going to leave the rest of us alone
and he promises not to destroy your brain

as long as you give him access to
the wormhole technology in your brain.

And you said...?

That I'd talk to you about it.

That's it.

I was stalling him, John!

Now, Rygel and I are in
agreement about this so listen up!

You increase our chances of
figuring something out

the longer you at least pretend
to love this girl.

Love?! Love?!

Rygel, there is no love.

I am the reverse King Arthur.

I'm the one who can put the
sword into the stone.

All right.
So what should we do?

I don't care.

I don't care what you guys do.

I know what I am going to do.

I'm going to tell a nice girl that
I am not her ticket to the throne.

Pilot, are you certain the
Command Carrier is not behind us?

Positive.

That was the shortest Starburst
Moya is capable of.

Practically an invitation for
the Peacekeepers to follow.

Then Scorpius has not
taken our bait.

Perhaps he's already aware Crichton
and the others are down on the planet.

If so, that means we have
abandoned our friends.

There was nothing we could've
done had we stayed, Zhaan.

Turn us around, Pilot.
Immediately.

I will attempt to plot
a course back.

As you know, even a minor Starburst
invalidates all previous navigation points.

Just do it!

Pa'u Zotoh!

The decision to flee was
a joint one.

Normally, this would be a time
of great joy and celebration.

But I must confess I feel
as if my...

As if you're not going to be king
'cause I'm going to marry your sister.

Relax, Ace, I'm not going to
be your brother-in-law.

Is this some sort of jest?

Jest? No, it's not a jest.

On my planet, we don't marry
people we don't love

unless they're critically-ill
billionaires.

No, just take it easy, bro.

As soon as my ship returns I'm off
this planet, you get to be king.

Congratulations.

Princess Katralla, it's good
to see you again.

I had given up hope of meeting
a compatible Sebacean man.

Yes, I wanted to talk to
you about that.

Look, I don't know how to say
this so I'm just gonna...

Daughter.

Mother.

You must be John Crichton.

With delight.
- Empress.

I anticipate sturdy grandchildren from
you. Let us get to know one another.

Have you proposed?

What? No.

No, no, no, no.
I don't love your daughter.

Hmm. How could you?
You just met.

Why don't you let your
son be king?

He's a fool.

He would betray our neutrality
for the genuflect of peasants.

And that breach would toll in
hundreds of millions of lives.

Yeah, starting with mine.

I have no purpose for you other
than to keep my empire stable.

If we recognize the Scarrans,
Peacekeepers attack.

Packed with Peacekeepers,
Scarrans invade.

You must wed Katralla.

Empress, I understand your
problems, but you need to understand,

there's nothing you could say that's
going to make me marry your daughter.

Oh, hello Crichton.

Something to remember me
by, Crichton.

I have traveled a long, long
way just to see you again.

I hate to say that you wasted
your time, Scorpy, but you have.

You know that no matter what you think,
the rift between us need not be terminal.

Go away, Scorpy.

It's over.
Find another girlfriend.

Now, don't let her frighten
you, John, hmm?

Now, you make the
correct decision.

My daughter or
that abomination.

Choose.

Bad?

Enough.

She's strong and gets
what she wants.

What about you?

Rarely.

So what do you want?

To be Empress.

To have children.

To keep the peace
for my people.

Even if we're miserable for
the rest of our lives?

I won't make you miserable.

I'm sorry.

Princess Katralla...

will you consent to marry me?

Yes.

What do you mean,
you have no choice?

- No choice.
- Rock, me, hard place.

Fight, retreat, remain silent.

Scorpius. The Empress?

You disappoint me, Crichton.

You should lower your
expectations.

Well, at least the Princess
is pretty.

Yeah, I guess so.

And wealthy.

I suppose so.

Think of all the power
you'll have.

Yeah, I can't stop
thinking about it.

That, and how I'm going to
get off this planet

the way I got here,
single and alive.

Well, I'll see what I can do...
- Congratulations.

Sorry?

Marrying our Princess.

Dregon Karzenova,
Cousin to the Crown.

John Crichton, Astronaut.

Katralla's a lovely girl.

I wish you great happiness.

And, uh, you would be?

Extremely preoccupied.
Excuse me.

Perhaps some other time, then.

We'll do lunch.

Seemed like a nice guy.

Stop it.

So, any word on Moya?

I think she got spooked by
Scorpius's Command Carrier.

Yeah, spook.

Spooky. That's a good name for
him. He has that effect.

On you?
- On everybody.

How many guards have you seen
since you got up here?

Too many.

That's right.

They're protecting me,
from him.

Look, the Empress, this
is her ball game,

but if you have some suggestions,
now would be a good time.

I'm just trying to figure out
what they're hiding from us.

Well, see if you can figure out
someone else to marry the Princess.

And if I can't?

Better wed than dead.

Hmm.

Oh, Tyno.

I believe my mother will truly
force me to marry this stranger.

We can only hope.

"We can only hope"?!

What am I supposed to say,
Katralla?

You're supposed to say,
"No, stop this travesty."

You're supposed to say, "I will
not let you marry that man."

You're supposed to take me away
from this madness that is my life.

There's too much at stake to stop
this now. You must exchange espousals.

But I love you.

As I love you.

But our union is not
destined to be.

You must go to Crichton.

You must do your duty.

Crichton is such a
frelling fool!

He had no choice.

Oh, please.

Princess Pretend doesn't
even love him.

She wants that Tyno.

You're forgetting about
Scorpius.

We can hide from him in
the barren lands

outside the city
until he leaves.

Marrying her is the only thing that
will save Crichton's life, Aeryn.

Don't you get that?
- I have had just about enough of you.

No, no, no, it's not me
that you're mad at.

You should have told him how
you felt when you had a chance.

You don't know anything.

Yeah? Well, I know about men.

You see that one over there?

How many times has he tried
to come on to you?

What, three, four?

Look, he's well-bred,
he's rich,

handsome, perfect.

You're going to let him
get away, too.

You know why?

Oh, go on, tell me.

Because you only want the
ones you can't have.

So you're going to go to Crichton,
you're going to mess with his mind.

He's going to be turned over
to Scorpius, and dead.

This marriage is wrong,
and you both know it.

Pilot, why are we still moving
further away from the Royal Planet?

Moya is following a signal of some
sort, and refuses to give up the trail.

Does she know that Scorpius
did not follow us?

Does she know that we have to return
to the planet to help our friends?

Yes, but she's driven forward.

What sort of a signal
is it, Pilot?

Impossible to describe to
our satisfaction,

but one of her eight senses
clearly identifies it as...

familiar and compelling.

Oh, perfect.

I don't believe I've had
the pleasure.

Yes, I've heard that
about Scarrans.

Perhaps we could talk for
a moment, in private.

I have a message for Scorpius.

Scorpius?

I know you work together.
I saw your Luxan with him.

Go ahead.

We will not tolerate your
interference so far out in what you

condescendingly call the
Uncharted Territories.

Is there anything else?

Yes.

Is your presence here the vanguard
of a larger invading force?

I shall send your regards
to Scorpius.

I had hoped to learn your
mind by conversation.

However, if I must invade it...

Don't stop now.

Go on, kill each other.

Save me the trouble.

My apologies Empress.

I rarely bother with warnings.

Consider yourself the
beneficiary of largesse.

Empress.

Listen carefully, Peacekeeper.

The longer Crichton plays the
part he's been assigned,

the more likely we'll keep
our internal organs...

internal.

Do not dissuade him from
this marriage.

Thank you, Rygel.
I'll do what I think is right.

For Crichton, or for you?

Just a small burn, Princess.

Almost finished.

You know, you take any more
samples of my DNA

there's not going to be
enough left to be me.

What species are you?

Since you're not Sebacean.

Human. I keep trying to tell you guys
that, but nobody seems to want to listen.

We still don't.

The Empress has ordered
the revelation sealed.

No one will ever know.

It's that important that I
marry the Princess?

Our dynastic integrity has
always ensured peace.

Any fracture, and the whole
region could erupt.

Then why don't you marry her?

Her DNA was poisoned.

Unreceptive to anyone,

until you.

Would you activate the machine
for me, please?

Her brother.

Very discerning.

With help, we believe,
from the Scarran Emissary.

John. Come look.

Oh, this is truly
amazing, Crichton.

I must have one for my kingdom.

Boy or girl?

I'm sorry, what?

The DNA testing confirms
our incipient kiss.

Our children will be
healthy, disease free.

And you can see what
they'll be like.

Oh, how many nasty surprises
could I have avoided?

Male infant, please.

Oh...

Hey, buddy, what's up?

Where'd you come from?

Look at you, slugger.

This is... this is what our
child would look like.

One possibility.

The choice is ours.

Hey, you the man.

You the man.

Would you like to see
him grown-up?

Yes, please.

Not, not too grown-up.

Hi, Dad.

An astounding device!

Oh, uh... looks just like you.

Yeah, he does, kind of.

Yet, he may be able to
overcome it.

Thank you.

That's all.

Not to be obtrusive, but the
royal tailor would like to see you for a fitting.

You're scheduled to meet members
of the royal family court,

and you must work on a pose
for your Governance Statue.

Statue?

Get out of town.

All right, fine. Well, on
Earth, we have this queen.

She's got this wave.

I'll do that.

Hardly a pose you'd like to
hold for 80 cycles, I'm afraid.

Wh... well, what 80 cycles?

I just assumed you knew.

Knew what?!

Crichton's DNA is compatible!

It's not a trick!

Then your loyalists must
assassinate him.

You really frelled up this time,
Cargo. This is not part of our bargain.

Scorpius is here because your
mother let him attend.

Ah, so, now it's my
mother's fault?

I have half a mind to tell
her about you.

You do have half a mind,
Your Highness.

But will you actually
reveal our pact?

Can you see past childishness to realize
any betrayal means your instant death,

even if mine follows?

Yes.

I am curious, dear Jenavian,

to know of your loyalties.

As I interrogated your
loving fiance,

what was going through your
delicate little mind?

I was hoping you wouldn't wear
that to our wedding.

Destiny's couple, you are.

Why has Moya brought us
here, Pilot?

I don't know.

Moya continues to be
evasive with me.

However, I assume it has
something to do with that.

What is it, Pilot?

Is it alive?

Yes.

Does Moya know this
living thing?

Yes.

Who is it?

The Builders.

Her Creators.

Her god.

Did you hear about the statue?

Hey, Chiana.

80 cycles. 80 cycles.

That is roughly 80 years
to you and me, and...

over 500 years to dogs!

Why don't you stay and
tell us about it, John?

Did you know about the statue when you
were convincing me to marry the Princess?

I don't know about it now.

After we're married, and I mean
right after we're married,

they turn us into statues.

That is fascinating.

Excellent.

D'Argo discovers science.

To what purpose?

Governing Continuity. They screw
with our molecular structure,

turn us into pigeon perches and
we preside over their senate

or whatever they call it,
for 80 cycles.

As a statue?

Yeah. We can see, we can hear,
don't ask me how,

and we're supposed to absorb every
single facet of their governmental system.

That way, when mom and pops
finally kick it, we rule.

Perhaps that's why they've endured
1,900 cycles of peace. It works.

You're like a brochure.

You have to go through
with it, John.

80 cycles.

My college loans will
be delinquent.

I'll miss the strippers on
my hundredth birthday.

I'll get a utility bill

for three trillion dollars for a
single porch light that I left on

and everybody I know
will be dead!

The alternative is having your
brain dissected by Scorpius.

Humans do not live as long as
Sebaceans or Hynerians or Delvians.

When I get back, everyone,

my Dad, D.K., my sisters,

Cameron Diaz, Buffy the Vampire
Slayer, will be dead.

Well, you may never see these
people again anyway.

Hope, D'Argo.

It's what keeps you going.

You're gonna see your son.

I'm gonna get home.

Hope.

I have hope...

or I'm nothing.

Look at what fate has
given you.

Scorpius will no longer
be a threat.

And as a ruler, you'll have
power, peace, prosperity.

You could, uh, create a family.

Perhaps you've only just
discovered your true destiny.

Hey, you've been spending way too
much time with Chiana, you know that?

Amongst all the fluff,
she can make a lot of sense.

Our time was good, John.

We had each other when
we needed each other.

But now it's time to go past your
fears, see what's down the road ahead.

If I do this...

you have to be my best man.

Uh...

I'm with Chiana now, John.

Do you talk?

When asked to, Highness.

So, uh...

you work for the Royal Family.

For 22 cycles. Since Katralla
and Clavor were children.

I'm happy she has found you
as a mate, Highness.

No, uh, lose the
"Highness" part.

I'm John. Call me that.

I am ro-NA.
- ro-NA...

Could you give us a
moment alone, please?

So, you're going to listen to D'Argo
over me, are you? Is that right?

The Empress has made it clear. I marry
her daughter or she hands me to Scorpius.

80 cycles as a statue?

It's better than Scorpius!

Is it?

He's in my head.

Back of my mind,
corner of my eye.

He scares me, Aeryn,
and I can't shake him.

I don't know what you're
talking about,

but there's never been anything
we couldn't overcome together.

Except each other.

I can't come to the wedding.

I want you there.

Don't be absurd.

I need you there.

Aeryn, I...

don't you think that there
are things to say?

At this point, what else can
we say except goodbye?

You're right.

You're always right.

Bye.

Welcome to Barbie world.

They're almost ready
for you, Highness.

Here's your wedding present
from Prince Clavor.