Mhi solus tome.
Skin against skin, hands grabbing and groping, tongues fighting for dominance. Joined finally with sighs and gasps.
We are one when together.
Mhi solus dar'tome.
His blaster in my hand and his helmet on my head, he is with me even when away. I step out of cover.
We are one when parted.
Mhi me'dinui an.
Trading parts and pieces, working together under the shining stars, our family with us.
We will share all.
Mhi ba'juri verde.
A strangled scream, frantic directions, hovering faces. Then a small cry of a newborn. Our daughter.
We will raise warriors.