What did you do to me?
I was a scoundrel and a cheat. I lived life like everything was mine, and it worked. I worshiped money and sex – that's it. I was a coward, I've told you so before.
I think I whispered once in your ear as we all lay there – asking you how you could change a man so completely. You told me that it was always there. I couldn't believe you, no matter how much you believed in me.
Maybe I was just waiting to be straightened out again? Perhaps being so jaded as I was, I just needed someone to show me that people can be absolutely selfless. That was you – selfless.
And then there was her – the glue and the hope. If the two of us just sat there – we could doubt ourselves into oblivion – but then she was there to look us both in the eye and tell us to "snap outta it."
What I never said – because I don't think I even could think it back then – was that you woke up a part of me that was dead. I died long before Satellite Five. That coward, that shell you met was suddenly brought back to life.
I'm addicted to both of you. It was like being charged up when I touched you. It was like my heart was being lifted when I kissed her. I can't explain it.
I'll wait. I'll wait until home drifts by my way again. The home I never thought I would have. All these changes…
What did you do to me?