1 Nothing

When you've got nothing left, everything that comes your way is just another thing to lose.

Aeryn watches through the view port, watching as Moya gets closer and closer.

When you've got nothing left, you hang on to it until your fingernails draw blood from your palm.

She understands love now, and why Peacekeepers are taught to avoid it. There's nothing noble in falling to pieces when you lose the one you love. Death is a part of life, and Peacekeepers are trained to believe that with all their hearts. There's nothing to falling to pieces when a loved one dies. Nothing but blindness.

When you've got nothing left, you see the value of having nothing in your life.

She gets it. Passion, jealously, suicide, dying rather than cope with losing what you love. She finally gets it.

It's better to have nothing there to begin with.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing left to lose.









Perhaps, in hindsight, coming aboard Moya was a mistake. She'd faced his ghost once; she did not need the Other constantly there to remind her.

Him, and not him. She saw her John in the Other; his silly sayings, his laugh, his smile, the seriousness in his eyes when he looked at her. To begin with he was serious about her, but then, as time went on, her John learnt to be silly about her, to be absent with her, to be passionate, to be focused on something else, and still find time to tell her he loved her.

The Other was still serious, and only serious about her.

When you've got nothing left, you don't need the shadows of what you've lost anymore.

Perhaps, in hindsight, coming aboard Moya was a good thing. 'I am what I was bred to be.' To show him that. To show them all. She wasn't falling to pieces.

When you lose what you love, you lose it all at once, and then there's nothing left.









When you've got nothing left, you find yourself drained and empty; like an abandoned water carton.

Life became just the motions, empty, meaningless. Or perhaps she became just the motions, empty and meaningless. A fighter, a solider, peacekeeper to the core, like they were meant to be at first, before all the corruption and power games.

She kept the peace, because she refused to argue. She kept the piece because the others still saw death in her eyes. She kept the peace, because when she walked into a room, all eyes turned to her.

She hated pity.

When you've got nothing left, there's nothing left to feel pity for, to envy, to hate, to love.

She saw love in his eyes; he saw blankness in hers. She wasn't there anymore; she was puppet, a statue, a living corpse. She wasn't the same person he fell in love with, soon he would realise that, forget her, move on.

When you've nothing left inside, people can't love what was once there.









When you've got nothing left, everything that comes your way is just another thing to lose.

The Other, trailing her.

She ignores him. Chooses to leave with Talyn and her memories. Just her and Talyn and a ship full of ghosts of him.

When you've got nothing left you hang on to it until your fingernails draw blood from your palm.

She wouldn't give up those memories for anything. They're just memories, thoughts and images repeating themselves in the nothing of her mind. Pieces, snippets, half remembered times with soft lighting and whispered words.

They're nothing. But then, so is she.