Hope
Brandon's only thought as the ship sets course for Earth was I never got to say goodbye. He thinks of the last morning he spent with his wife, Julianne, wishes he had told her he loved her one last time, hugged her. His son, Henri, just a month shy of starting school.
Henri - his little boy, he'd never see him again. His little boy, the one who couldn't quite say his r's correctly yet, with a slight gap between his teeth.
He's gone. Brandon almost collapses when that facts settles itself in his mind. His world is gone.
The Mogadorians would follow him to earth, he knew that. They would hunt them all down, no matter what?
What was the point, then? What does he have to lose, exactly? Why should he even fight this - as Hessu had put it - suicide mission? Why shouldn't he just -
"I'm 'ungry, Don."
Brandon snapped back to reality and blinked away his tears. Looking down, he saw Lucas - Four - pulling his trouser leg, and suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks.
This little kid, with his ruffled blonde hair and adorable, innocent, big blue eyes -he was the future. One day, this four year old boy would be one of the strongest people on Earth, and as this sunk in, Brandon felt something blossom in his chest.
In that moment, he swears he will never forget. He won't, for the sake of this boy, this child who was a warrior in the making.
He might never go back to Lorien, with its lush wildlife and other worldly glow, but perhaps years in the future, this kid and the ones around him would.
He will remember Lorien, he will remember the lives lost on this day, his wife who couldn't cook and was a morning person, and smelt like flowers, his son Henri, who was in essence his world and his meaning. He will remember them whatever it takes.
He'll remember them, because while Four is alive, there is hope.
There will always be hope.