The walls of Moya weren't the same as they used to be.

Moya had changed, and so had they.

This journey had changed them all. Some more then others.

Aeryn was no longer the cold, bloodthirsty Peacekeeper she once was.

Crichton was no longer the innocent human, hunted by the universe.

Rygel was no longer the arrogant aristocrat he claimed to be.

And yes, even Chiana had changed.

Long ago she had nothing but her own wits to protect her from her own race, hunting her down.

But when she got on Moya, surrounded by these fugitives, her friends, she calmed down.

She learned to work together, to love, to call for help.

Qualities she forgot as her brother left her to fight the universe alone, but with her new friends, she learned more about herself then she ever had.

She remembered how wild she was back then. So young.

Chiana looked upon her own face in the mirror, and saw not just new eyes. She saw a new face. A strange face.

She had grown up.

Chiana smiled at her own reflection in the mirror.

A tear suddenly appeared, flowing over her face, but Chiana did not move.

"If only I had grown up sooner," she said to her own reflection.

"Then D'Argo and I would've had more time..."

She screamed in agony, smashing the mirror with her bare hands and falling to the ground covered in broken glass.

She sobbed and cried for at least a microt, hoping that when she looked up, D'Argo would be standing in the doorway of her chamber, smiling at her as he always did, loving her as he always had.

But he was dead.

And he would never come back.


"Are you all right?"

Chiana looked up. She swore it was D'Argo's voice, but it wasn't.

Jothee stood in the doorway of her chamber, asking permission to come in.

"I'm fine." Chiana said softly, and pulled herself together.

She stood up and walked towards Jothee.

Jothee noticed the broken mirror and the glass shards on her clothing, but he did not ask about it.

"If you need any help, or just want to talk," he said. "I'm here for you."

"I know, Jothee." Chiana said to him, and smiled.

"Thanks."

Chiana knew that Jothee was still in love with her.

And somewhere, Chiana was still in love with Jothee.

But she knew it would be wrong.

D'Argo wasn't even cold yet.

She needed time.

Time to mourn.

Time to think.

As she looked into Jothee's eyes, she noticed a sparkle in his eyes that she had seen before.

It was the same light that shined in D'Argo's eyes.

"You have you're father's eyes." Chiana said to Jothee.

"The eyes of a warrior?" he said.

"No." she answered. "The eyes of a farmer."