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Battle stations. All hands on deck. This is not a drill.

Andromeda, report.

The Pyrians have placed 24 fusion-powered atmosphere generators across the planet.

They're spewing CO-2, methane, and sulfur dioxide

and nothing the colonists have done have been able to stop them.

In a month, Samsarra will no longer be able to support oxygen-breathing life.

Perfect for Pyrians, bad for colonists. All 56,312 of them.

The colonists claim the Pyrian ships

just dropped the generators and left without saying a word.

All attempts to communicate have been rebuffed.

Yeah, well, Pyrians aren't great conversationalists.

Unless deep-frying your ship is their version of,

"Hey, how are you? Let's do lunch."

Target those generators with a full barrage of ground attack missiles.

We'll show them lunch.

Fire.

The Pyrian atmosphere generators have been destroyed.

The climatic effects will begin to reverse themselves in a matter of days.

Well, if that doesn't get them to talk, nothing will.

Send a courier to High Guard HQ on Mobius.

Tell them I need a fleet to blockade Samsarra

And when the Pyrians show up,

we'll tell them just what we've done to their generators.

Dylan? I thought you should know.

I'm detecting multiple slipstream events across the outer solar system.

Our fleet is here, and they're early.

Well, it's definitely a fleet but it's not ours.

As near as I can tell, it's a full Pyrian task force.

They're really early.

And they're headed this way.

So much for the blockade.

It looks like we'll be dealing with the Pyrians on our own.

The universe is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, captain of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

The Pyrian fleet has not yet responded to our hails.

Their position is 33 light-minutes, closing at 25 PSL.

That gives us two hours

to convince them to come to the table.

We attacked their installation at Samsarra.

It was an unmanned installation,

an illegal unmanned installation.

Attacking a populated world, refusing to speak with anyone?

They're trying to provoke us, see what we'll do.

- It's like a test. - Exactly.

Maybe the Pyrians want more from Samsarra than just pyraforming it.

There are plenty of unpopulated planets that meet their needs.

May we just review for my benefit?

The Pyrians completely outmatch us.

They have no incentive for discussion,

and they're possibly protecting a secret agenda.

Yet, we are to believe we can still convince them to talk.

That's interesting.

The Pyrian fleet is protecting two dropships,

which appear to be carrying fresh atmosphere generators.

The Pyrians couldn't have known to come with replacement generators.

It's unlikely that they'd already be aware

that we've destroyed their equipment on the planet.

Very unlikely.

Replacements or not, they're going back to where they came from,

And if we are very lucky,

we can convince the Pyrians of that without firing a single shot.

And if we're not very lucky?

Well, then, we will sharpen our olive branch into the point of a spear.

The Andromeda is the last line of defense for this entire system,

and when it comes right down to it,

the slipfighters are the last line of defense for the Andromeda.

Am I making myself clear?

Crystal clear, Captain Valentine.

Do you always speak in stereo like that?

- Yes. - No. Sometimes.

Look, guys, we may be heading into battle with the Pyrians.

We can't afford screw-ups. Screw-ups equal death,

so I need you to get your butts down to the hangar deck,

do your jobs, and don't be late.

And for God's sake,

don't salute me.

Never salute.

Boss, don't you think you're being kind of hard on the eager beavers?

- Hey. - No.

Maybe you should take it easy on the spit and polish a little bit.

I mean, come on. When we first got here,

It's not exactly like we were standard military issue.

- I mean, let's get serious. We still aren't. - Spit and polish?

Even back in the old day,

what do you think I would have done to your scrawny butt

if it wasn't where I needed it when I needed it?

You would have kicked it all over the local cluster.

Exactly, because my crew is my family.

I'll be damned if I lose even one of them to screw-ups.

Especially when people are trying to kill us.

I get tired of that.

The Pyrians are pelting us with AG mass packets.

They're slowing us down.

All the better for their torchships to come in close

and roast us with plasma.

You know, this is getting very annoying.

What happened to the good old days when ships just sat around

and fired broadsides at each other?

Steam engine was invented?

ECM to maximum.

Offensive missiles, tubes one through 40. One shot per tube.

Let's show the Pyrians we're taking this personally.

- Evasive maneuvers? - Oh, Beka, you know me so well.

Plot a course back to Samsarra's largest moon. We'll use it for cover

while we harass the Pyrian fleet.

Captain, we are receiving a message from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Now, that is not a Pyrian.

Whatever happened to those bulbous, tentacled things

floating in hot gas we were so fond of?

She may be a projection of some sort to make us more responsive.

Maybe, but we've dealt with Pyrians before, so why start now?

Attention, Andromeda Ascendant.

The hostilities you have initiated against this fleet

can lead to nothing but your destruction.

We urge you to withdraw from Samsarra

before that event becomes unavoidable.

We will not be deterred.

I'm attempting to keep the channel open,

but the Pyrians are not responding.

Did you hear that? "We will not be deterred."

Did you hear that voice?

Oh, did you see those lips?

I'm thinking we offer up the Harper as her hostage

and I'll make this whole ugly situation go away single handedly.

Make that double handedly.

Don't you have something to fix?

I do now.

- More AG packets. We're losing speed. - Divert power to compensate.

Engineering, initialize backup reactors.

Dylan?

I feel wrong.

I feel sick.

Dismissed.

Shouldn't you be headed to med deck?

Everything I need is on the Maru.

Would you tell me your symptoms?

Dizziness.

Confusion.

- Nausea. - Nausea?

Trance, you don't have a stomach.

In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen you consume

more than an alcoholic beverage.

I'm jittery. I feel cold and prickly all over.

I can't think straight.

Is there anything else?

You can't force me to tell you anything.

I don't think it would be wise for you to try now.

I'm quite sure you're right.

However,

I will try,

should it ever come to that.

Are we understood?

I'd like to go to my room now, be with my plants.

Are the Pyrians ignoring us?

It appears they don't consider us a threat.

The Pyrian fleet will be in range of Samsarra in less than 20 minutes.

Once they establish position around the planet,

they won't leave it undefended. they'll be dug in.

Then we can kiss Samsarra goodbye.

Yeah, well, that's not going to happen.

Scramble the slipfighters to blockade the planet.

Let's see if we can slow things down a little.

Okay, people, standard distribution, weapons free.

This is just like the drill, only with real explosions.

And guys,

anyone who lets a Pyrian within one light-second of Samsarra

buys the first round when this is all over.

You can make mine a Sparky cola.

Roger that, captain.

The fighters have taken position and the Pyrians are redeploying to compensate.

Launch combat drones. Disperse them around the fleet perimeter.

There was a time when people were impressed that I had enough firepower

to decimate a planet in under ten minutes. I miss that.

Me too.

A detachment of torchships is closing to engagement range with the fighters.

Beka, you've got company.

Okay, everybody stay in formation.

We're on it, captain.

So the Pyrians like to play chicken.

Too bad. I don't.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your wing commander speaking.

The Pyrians don't seem to get the message.

Let's explain it to them.

Here we go, folks.

Fighters have engaged the torchships,

and our combat drones have encircled the rest of the enemy armada.

Target their flank, randomized firing solutions.

Missile tubes one through 40. Clear the magazines.

Fire.

Sensor drones report minimal combat effectiveness.

The Pyrians aren't slowing down.

Dylan, the Pyrians have just launched a barrage

of neutron ground-attack missiles at Samsarra.

Neutron warheads only attack living things.

Like an infestation of colonists.

Shoot those warheads down.

Raise the colonial government on comms.

What do you want me to tell them?

Tell them to pack their things and get the hell off the planet. We can't protect them

and fight the Pyrians at the same time.

We have to evacuate Samsarra.

The colonial government reports evacuation is 37% complete.

Of that, 4% of the transports have reached slipstream range.

Estimated time to mission completion?

Three hours.

We can't maintain this engagement for three more hours.

We don't have a choice.

More AG mass packets. Dylan, I don't have enough power to compensate.

We are returning fire.

I need some help. Watch your six.

Bogies six o'clock, nine.

These guys are everywhere.

Receiving heavy fire, all directions.

I've got your back, Gold Two.

I need a little help here.

Bowlus, break. Two o'clock. Two o'clock!

Bowlus, are you there? Bowlus, do you read?

Wing commander, this is Gold Two.

My wingman is hit bad.

His comms are out. Our position is overrun.

Requesting permission to fall back to the Andromeda, ma'am.

Keep it together, Gold Two. You need to stick with your wingman.

Watch his six. Keep trying to get him on the horn.

And listen, that goes for all of you.

We fight together, we win together.

When we go home, it'll be together...

or not at all.

Let's move in on the target. Get in and get out.

Roger that, captain.

Good news, boss. My band of merry monkeys have scrubbed the hull clean.

Woo-hoo-hoo! No more AG mass packets.

Plus, we shampooed the decks, buffed the mirrors,

and threw in some air freshener at no extra charge.

A pair of torchships have moved away from the main fleet

and are moving to engage us.

Well, even crippled, I would much prefer to assume the offensive

than instruct the crew to make peace with their various and sundry deities.

We are in no position to mount an attack on those torchships.

If we try, the probability of our destruction is 93%.

Damn it! Recall those fighters. I need them back here.

- And the Pyrians? - Let those bastards come.

Gold Two, we're falling back. Do you copy?

Gold Two, four o'clock. Look out!

Gold Two, Gold Two, do you hear me?

Bogey on your tail, Gold Two. Incoming! Incoming! I repeat.

Gold Two. Gold Two, come in. Talk to me.

Wingman didn't get the message.

I'm trying to... Can't hold it!

They got Gold Two.

Frymire, no!

- We need to fall back. - Focus, people.

Maintain comms discipline.

We're going home.

Gold Two, I'm sorry.

The evacuation of Samsarra is 83% complete.

Torchships are closing.

All surviving fighters have returned to base.

All right.

Let's do this.

Prep every single missile tube we've got. Full salvo.

Prepare to fire on my mark.

Three. Two...

- Dylan. - What?

I'm detecting multiple slipstream events.

- Oh, don't tell me. More Pyrians? - No.

The cavalry. A High Guard battle group,

along with warships from the Commonwealth member worlds.

Ah, what do you know? Some good news for a change.

All right, people. Let's finish this evacuation.

I hate to spoil the moment, but I've got news from the colonial governor.

- Now what? - What did I miss?

One of the transports has experienced

a series of mechanical disasters on the launch pad.

It can't leave, and the passengers can't be transferred.

It's a medical ship. The passengers are patients.

I'll go. Andromeda, tell the flight deck to prep the Maru for launch.

Beka, not a good idea.

That transport can't leave on its own, and the Maru's a salvage ship.

- The math's pretty simple. - No. No, no.

Here's the math.

You've been flying under battle conditions for the past four hours.

You're tired, and unless I miss my guess,

we need you rested for the next fighter sortie, yes?

So, what?

I'll take the Maru to Samsarra.

I'll be needing you in the cockpit. Right now.

Order the fleet to engage the Pyrians.

Distance to the transport ship?

Distance...

Hey!

Wake up and focus!

Do your job, or leave!

Sorry.

We're in Bucky cable range.

Deploy Bucky cables.

Bucky cables deployed.

We've got them. The transport is secure.

All right.

Tell that pilot to make sure his patients are strapped in, because we're leaving,

very, very fast.

AG mass packets slowing us down.

Cook the engines to 125% to compensate.

If this keeps up, we'll never make it back to the Andromeda.

Is that transport slip-capable?

- Yes. - All right.

They don't need us to slow them down.

I'm going to point us in the direction of the nearest obvious slip-point.

As soon as we're up to speed, I want you to cut the Bucky cables.

Inertia will carry them on.

Inertia, right. Good plan.

Give me 150% on those engines.

150, aye,

but we can't burn any hotter than that. We'll fly apart.

Cut the cables.

The transport is safely on its way.

Good.

Trance?

Whatever your problem is, you've already succeeded in making it mine as well,

and I don't appreciate it at all.

Get a grip.

- We have them on the run. - Better than that.

We've corralled them. They can't get out of here unless they come through us.

Andromeda, send a message to the fleet.

Tell them we've got one more job to do.

We are going to drive the Pyrians from Samsarra, forever.

Welcome back, Tyr.

What merits your sudden interest in my return?

Our courier returned with a package for you.

I assume you scanned that?

It's not a bomb, if that's what you're asking.

They're seeds, specifically from the Dragonia Vine.

The Dragonia Vine.

Drago Musevini's first feat of genetic engineering.

Yes. Lush, colorful flowers with an intoxicating scent.

And anything that came close enough to appreciate that

was strangled to death by the vine. Charming.

Yes...

But, you see, the Dragonia Vine wasn't just a plant.

It was the physical representation of a philosophy

that the universe is a beautiful place,

full of wonders...

and it wants to kill you.

Ironic, considering the Dragonia Vine is supposed to be extinct,

wiped out when Fountainhead was destroyed.

Ironic, yes.

What I want to know, Tyr, is who is sending you Dragonia Vines and why.

Hey, Trance. Just thought I'd check on you.

Trance?

Hi. I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Neither do you.

You're right. I'm not fine.

It's that new crew?

The new situation?

Yeah, that.

Suddenly, I find myself out there playing fighter jock

while Tyr flies my ship on a death-defying rescue mission.

I mean, this is not how it's supposed to be, is it?

This is not who I am.

It is now.

Maybe.

I understand that you don't really know who you are anymore,

or that you're even cut out to be the person you've become,

but Beka, believe me, you're not alone,

and before you know it,

the universe is going to start to make sense again.

I can promise you that much.

Thanks, Trance.

For what?

This is Captain Dylan Hunt,

Commodore of the High Guard fleet.

You have 20 minutes to completely withdraw from Samsarra

or I will remove you myself.

Hunt out.

Am I the only one who feels it's weird that the Pyrians

left themselves with no way out?

Right now, the Pyrians are up against the wall.

If we give them any more time, we lose our advantage.

True, but they were playing their hand awfully well

up until the end there.

Yes, they were, but the ultimatum has been offered.

It's their move.

And your plan if and when they don't respond?

This is our objective.

Two Pyrian dropships carrying atmosphere generators. We destroy them,

the Pyrians go home.

Phase one,

the fighter wing will engage the torchships, drawing them off,

and keep them at least one light-minute away from the main action.

The torchships are effectively knocked out of the battle.

Sounds like fun.

Phase two,

warships from the member worlds

will engage the cruiser escorts,

forcing them to reduce their coverage on the dropships.

Leaving the dropships exposed.

Correct, which brings us to phase three.

Andromeda, play back the simulation, please.

The main element of our fleet will launch a massive attack on the dropships.

Dropships gone.

We switch fire to the remaining cruiser escorts.

Our fighter wing falls back, leaving the torchships,

which are now vulnerable to a long-range missile attack.

At which point, we should be able to force a surrender.

Oh, at that point, we win.

Captain Valentine.

Scramble your fighters.

Okay, folks, here we go. One more time.

Stay steady and ready for fun. It's about to get very hot and busy.

Stay alert and hold formation.

Fighters have drawn torchships to one light-minute. They're out.

The commander of the Commonwealth detachment

reports he has engaged the cruisers.

The dropships are undefended.

Signal the battle group to initiate phase three.

All ships report ready.

Set an intercept course for those dropships. All ahead, full.

- Are you both listening for it? - Listening for what?

The other shoe to drop.

Offensive missiles, all tubes.

Simultaneous time on target. Fire.

Five seconds to intercept.

- Three seconds. - Ready salvo two.

Targets destroyed.

Prepare to shift fire to cruisers.

Several Pyrian torchships have engaged the Commonwealth detachment.

I thought the fighters drew them off.

They did. These are new torchships.

Ping the fleet. I want a status report.

The detachment's command ship has been destroyed.

Other ships report that they are taking heavy fire.

Damn it.

Keep firing.

Tell the detachment to pull back and consolidate on us.

I don't understand. There were no slipstream events.

The sensor sweep was all clear.

Yes, but I've traced the Pyrian reinforcements trajectory

back to their point of origin.

They came from the far side of the star.

Damn.

I walked right into that one.

It doesn't make any sense.

This can't be an ambush.

The Pyrians would have had to know that we were going to come to Samsarra,

destroy their atmosphere generators, evacuate the colony,

and then go after their dropships. No one is that good.

Then that makes two large coincidences in one day.

We're receiving another message from the Pyrians.

I can't get a fix on the source.

On screen.

Captain Hunt, while we admire your audacity,

tactical half-measures will not deny us our objective.

We strongly encourage you to rethink your approach to the current crisis.

Failure to do so will be catastrophic.

Well, that's the friendliest hostile communique I've ever received.

But no less clear for its tone.

It is what it is.

We'll withdraw to the outer solar system and assess our situation,

but for now,

the Pyrians have taken Samsarra.

We got our asses handed to us out there.

The Pyrian reinforcements must have arrived after we swept the system,

before we could do anything.

I've got a ship, a fleet, a planet

counting on me to be ready for curveballs like this.

Right.

So you think you're expected to be omniscient

and above the laws of space and time?

Are you implying that I'm not?

- You know what bothers me? - What?

How did the Pyrians react so quickly?

It's like they're three moves ahead of us at every turn.

Hmm. It's like someone handed them our playbook before the game even got started.

There. Do you hear it?

I hear a great many things. Be specific.

Listen again, in the ultrasonic range, above all the comm chatter.

I don't recognize that comm protocol.

Neither do I, which is strange enough,

but what is stranger still is that that signal

is being sent from inside the Andromeda.

Where inside the Andromeda?

I don't know. Whoever sent it covered their tracks well,

and it's being broadcast omnidirectionally,

so it's impossible to determine

who it's being sent to, or why.

An unauthorized transmission under battle conditions?

The "why" is immaterial.

I have a few thoughts concerning the "who".

Dylan, I'm detecting High Guard courier vessel entering the system.

It's hailing us.

I'll take it here.

It's Admiral Hamsa from the Perseid fleet.

Our long-range scouts have detected Pyrian battle fleets

assembling across the three galaxies,

so it appears Samsarra is merely the opening salvo

with a full-fledged Pyrian campaign

against thousands of oxygen-breathing worlds.

Most of the threatened planets are non-aligned or hostile to us,

but several are Commonwealth members and allies.

We deployed the Wrath of Achilles and the Twelve Centuries

with task forces to defend Enkindu

and the Jaguar homeworld Venceremos

We also sent ambassadors to try to negotiate

with the Than, the Kalderans, even the Drago-Kazov,

but it doesn't look good.

It looks like war.

A war we can't win.

They picked Samsarra for a reason.

If we stop them here, maybe we stop them everywhere.

Andromeda,

get in touch with your AI counterparts in the fleet.

We need to come up with a plan to hold off the Pyrians.

Aye, captain.

Feeling better?

Actually, no.

I'm feeling much worse.

Is your ill health somehow connected to the signals you've been sending

to the Pyrians?

I wasn't talking to the Pyrians.

Who have you been talking to?

The signals you intercepted were messages home.

I was trying to reach my family.

And you failed?

No.

Worse.

I succeeded.

What they told me was not good.

It's not good at all.

- Rommie. - Dylan.

I've just been in contact with Vice-Admiral Kosugi,

the commander of the Sabra-Jaguar detachment.

- Yeah? - He got the same report we did

about the Pyrian movements throughout the known worlds,

but he's withdrawing his ships to defend Venceremos.

And what exactly is he defending against?

Oh, Nietzscheans.

You know, surprise, surprise. Running away.

All right, get this Admiral Kosugi on a comm line for me.

I already told him that you wouldn't approve. Then he quoted me

some obscure paragraph of the mutual defense pact.

All right, you know, just get him anyway,

and I'll tell him where he can put his mutual defense pact.

Report.

The Pyrians are firing low-velocity standoff weapons at us and the fleet.

Not enough to really hurt us.

They're probing our defenses, looking for weak spots.

The AIs have been running simulations nonstop and none of them are good.

All scenarios in which we defeat the Pyrians cost us the entire battle group

including the Andromeda,

and even still, that's no guarantee that Samsarra will stay out of Pyrian control.

Dylan, if we roll over here,

the Pyrians will see the Commonwealth as an easy mark.

Yeah, I hear you, Beka, but you heard Rommie.

If we stay, we kiss this ship and this fleet goodbye.

Without these ships, we'll be unable to turn back the larger Pyrian offensive.

Rommie, signal the fleet. Tell them to proceed to the nearest slip-point.

We'll regroup in Sinti orbit and plan from there.

You might want to reconsider that order.

There's something you want to tell me, Tyr?

No. She does.

All right, Trance, what is it this time?

You have to stop the Pyrians here.

I do not know how you're going to do it,

but you do not have a choice.

Even if it means the death of every crew member in this battle fleet?

They want Samsarra. Dylan, you cannot let them have it.

That's not good enough, Trance.

You know who's backing the Pyrians. You've been talking to them.

No.

One of my people is in this system,

watching us, helping them.

That woman.

She's been keeping the Pyrians ahead of the game.

Yes.

Dylan, there is a war coming,

one that is going to make this battle look like child's play.

The Magog World Ship.

My people have come to the conclusion

that the Commonwealth cannot stop the Magog,

but they feel that the Pyrians can.

You've got to be kidding me.

Damn it, Trance,

We aren't just pieces in your private game of Go.

Now, you level with me or quit wasting my time.

Dylan, my people live in a universe

where there are no easy roads to the perfect possible future,

a future that is getting harder to see all the time.

We all live in the same universe, Trance.

It's just that your people are cold, calculating sons of bitches.

Okay, people, listen up. New plan.

We will not abandon this system to the Pyrians.

Tell them to hold their position, await my instructions.

So...

we fight the Pyrians to the death

and add another glorious defeat to the High Guard honor roll?

Tyr, sometimes, winning just means

preventing the other guy from achieving his objective.

Beka, prep your fighter wing for launch.

If we're going to have any kind of shot at this,

I need you to punch a gap in the Pyrian line.

You're assigning me a hopeless action against overwhelming odds?

Yes, I am.

I'm all over it.

All right, people, I need you to be sharp out there.

Last time around, we lost a good pilot and a good friend.

Now, it's time to make the bastards pay.

This one's for Frymire.

The fighters have created a gap in the Pyrian lines.

If we get underway now, we should be able to reach our objective

before the Pyrians can move back into position and stop us.

Signal the fleet.

Let's bring it.

We're through. The fleet has taken minimal damage.

Position to Samsarra, one light-minute and closing.

All ships report full weapons load-outs,

Missile tubes and AP guns ready. We are locked on target.

Outstanding.

Open a channel.

Attention, Pyrian fleet.

This is your last chance to resolve this matter peacefully.

You started this conflict, but rest assured, we will end it.

We expect an immediate response.

They're not going to answer. They still don't believe you.

Yeah, I know.

All right, let's give them something to believe in.

They want this planet?

They can have it.

Tyr, send a message to the fleet.

Fire.

They make a desert, and they call it peace.

Status on the Pyrians?

Holding their position. It's as if they're waiting for something

or someone.

We're receiving a coded message from the Pyrians.

On screen.

Captain Hunt, as per the terms of the treaty

with the first Systems Commonwealth,

we wish to open negotiations over the status of all disputed worlds.

We await your reply.

Who'd have thought that blowing up one planet

would bring the big, bad Pyrians to the bargaining table?

We sent them a message.

We'd rather die on our feet than live on our knees.

Now the Pyrians know that we are not going to back down

from anybody.

And I do mean anybody.

Ah. There you are.

I wanted to talk to you.

New guy.

Oh, uh, at ease.

This isn't a parade.

You, um, you did an outstanding job today.

I just wanted to let you know that I put the entire wing in

for the Order of the Commonwealth.

Thank you, ma'am.

Please.

It's Beka. Beka's fine.

Thank you, Captain Valentine.

Good enough.

Is there anything else the first officer needs to know?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Bowlus. Lieutenant, junior grade.

Well...

carry on, then, Lieutenant Bowlus.

Keep up the good work.

Ma'am?

Mm?

Does it ever get any easier?

Losing people, I mean.

Friends.

God, Bowlus.

I hope not.

I don't recognize that one.

That's a climbing fern from Samsarra.

Possibly the last one left.

Samsarra.

We sacrificed an entire world today,

but we saved thousands in the process.

You're going to be doing a lot of that in the future.

You know, you're really not as cryptic as you think you are.

I'll take that as a compliment.

What we're doing here,

it's bigger than rebuilding the Commonwealth.

It's bigger than the Pyrians, it's bigger than the Magog.

It's about us against the Abyss.

Yes.

Dylan, I believe in you.

I believe that you can help us win,

against the Pyrians and in the war to come.

Tell me that in that fight, you won't run away,

hiding behind your riddles and evasions.

If you're with me, you fight with me.

Dylan, we're on the same team.

We always have been. I need you more than you need me.

I trust you.

It's the other way around, Trance.

I need to know I can trust you.

If you don't trust me, then you can send me away.

Send you away.

It's all about the fight,

The light against the dark, good against evil.

Some people hide from it.

Some run away.

Some live with it in fear.

Some find solace in knowing they've done everything they can.

Some stay and fight.

I fight to win.