LOG: Day 608

PASSENGERS: 145

AUTHOR: DRYL, Formerly of the Tormock Empire

Head bio-mechanic of the Exodus

For the very first time, Alex Danvers did not stand before the camera for a log entry. Instead, a man, eyes clear and direct, dark skin lined with protruding ridges running symmetrically across his face. His posture was painfully upright, his hands robotically resting on each knee.

"Hello, Family of Doctor Doctor Alex Danvers," his voice was clear and deliberate and stilted, as if he had practiced beforehand. "I wish to add 'Supervisory Special Agent' or 'Ground Leader' to her title, but Alex informs me such extended phrasing is unnecessary. However, I refuse to drop the second Doctor – PhD's and MD's are individual feats which should be recognized."

He paused, mouthed something silently (to the trained eye, he was counting down from three in his native tongue), and then continued. "This is a public domain log entry, but I address it to the family of Alex due to the circumstances, which I will explain." Another pause, shorter.

"Two cycles ago – my apologies. 'Cycles' are the standardized unit we judge a day by, as every galaxy has separate methods," nodding, satisfied with his explanation, he continued. "Four cycles ago there was an engine malfunction. It occurred during a risky travel maneuver which pilot Scho'ty," - his pronunciation differed greatly from Alex's 'Scotty,' alien vocal cords pitching rhythmically – "deemed necessary to safely transverse an unavoidable asteroid field."

"The action required all crew to be secured to a designated seat, as the gravity simulators made being loose within the vessel dangerous to one's life. This was more so for Alex, as she is only human." Another pause, longer. He seemed to actually gather his thoughts, fingers pressing into his knees.

"Alex was on the bridge when the malfunction occurred, therefore was privy to Scho'ty's explanation of the error. He explained that the ship was rapidly losing power, making the asteroid field significantly less survivable. It was determined that someone would have to manually attend to the problem. However, no secure seating exists in the engine room."

Another pause, more loaded. He blinked just a second too slowly. "Despite the fact that the ship was making violent and sudden turns, which put anyone in significant danger if unrestrained, Alex volunteered. She unstrapped and ran from the room before anyone could stop her, though I can attest that many shouted very angry things. I do not know if she heard."

"She has received training in mechanics since entering the ship, from myself and others. She believes I do not know she does it for the sake of her teenager, but I know. This made it possible for her to fix the problem, and the ship eventually regained its speed and power. Within the light – again, my apologies. A light approximates an hour, measured by the lights flickering between 1 and 12 times during each day and night cycle. Within the light we had escaped the field, however, Alex never returned to her seat."

"I had hoped this meant she was seated elsewhere or had done a 'MacGyver' - a reference I do not understand but have come to realize means she does something very stupid without the correct tools, but it works anyway. This was not the case."

"We found her still in the engine room," another pause, more emotional this time. His voice had lost the flat tone, and suddenly a more living creature sat before them. "Among other things, the necessary fix required a loose fitting be screwed behind the machine. Typically, several species-specific crew members are tasked with heavy lifting, including moving the engine for repairs. Alex had no such assistance, thus used a jack to create enough space."

For the first time, his face twitched, the skin between his eyes tightening, and he took forty seconds before he continued. "We hypothesize that Alex had her arm between the gap when the ship rotated, causing the jack to slip free. As a result, the engine crushed Alex's arm, and she remained trapped there for the full light while we continued through the field."

He paused again, eyes still fixed on the camera, but his composure was slipping. "She had already lost consciousness due to blood loss, and it took us some time before we were able to lift the engine in a manner which would not cause her more injury. Several other injuries have been revealed, though not life threatening, likely resulting from her being thrown against walls as the ship rotated on her journey to the engine."

"One of the medics she trained managed to stabilize her condition. An engine rods punctured her forearm and pulverized her hand, causing the blood loss and making it highly improbable that anything from her elbow down was salvageable. With support from her friends onboard, and the teenager, we amputated from just below the joint. We do not know if further measures will need to be taken for the remaining arm."

"She has yet to regain consciousness. This is normal for the type of trauma. I have seen this many times during my work in biomechanics, so I am not concerned." He looked concerned, but no one was around to comment.

"My people, the Tormocks, are a cruel, vicious race, who use our ability to blend machine and biology to commit great acts of terror and violence. I have been trying to unwind that reality since I sought refuge on Earth and will continue to do so by helping Alex Danvers over the next period of her life."

He nodded once, assuring himself that this was the truth. "I swear on my honor, Family of Doctor Doctor Alex Danvers, I will do everything in my power to help her regain use of her lost arm. Or, as Ella tells me, redefining the use of that arm, if Alex so chooses."

"And-" finally, he seemed to be speaking off script, voice halting. "I am sorry for the pain that saving us caused her. This is not the first time I have witnessed her self-sacrifice and bravery. I thank you for helping her become the women she is today, and I…" Another pause, a hesitation, then determination lit his eyes. "And I swear on my crest that I will do everything in my power to bring her home to you."

"Darla, I have completed the message."

LOG: Day 610

PASSENGERS: 144

AUTHOR: JOHN SMITH

"Dryl asked me to make another entry log thing while Alex is unavailable," the individual before the camera was completely humanoid. To the trained eye, he was completely undisguisable from human beings, and in fact embodied the 'white man' aesthetic to a tee. So normal, it was almost weird.

"I think he feels like he did a bad job last time," he swayed his head to each side a couple of times, as if weighing up the performance. "I don't know about that, but I'm happy to step in. Though I won't be addressing this to Alex's family or whatever. That'd be weird – Plus Alex is kinda scary and I don't wanna like… piss of any equally scary relatives or somethin'."

"So, some shaddy shit went down while Alex was unconscious. One of the mid-tier command guys used his weird tech arm to hack the drive with everyone's personal letters and the such – which is gross and invasive and whatever. But also, like, super bad for Alex cause apparently she said some stuff about her role in our Earthly deportation?"

"Like, apparently she kept apologizing? And something about not stopping her dad? I think the general idea is that her Pa was in cahoots with the Luthor women – you know? The anti-alien wackoo? – and Alex knew and didn't stop 'em?"

He tilted his head, pulling on the edge of his ear as he thought aloud. "I mean, if I were Alex, I probably wouldn't'a told anyone, if she did have something to do with it. I remember like, week two or something, people found out she was DEO and completely lost it! They like, beat the ever-living shit outta her and wanted to do some kind of barbaric public execution."

"Anyway! Doesn't really matter what actually happened, cause this dickwad decides he knows what happened, and Alex had definitely, 100% contributed to our being teleported to the other side of the freaken' universe. Even though she was on board too! Urgh, whatever. And goes straight to Lyron about it, with the footage and everything, in the middle of the mess during breakfast."

"And Lyron's all silent during this guy's whole spiel, and the room goes all silent as everyone, like, processes this information. Aside from Vik, the medic assigned to Alex, all Alex's, like, allies or friends or whatever, are sitting across the mess together, real tense like. I mean, Ky started to kinda inch towards the exit, as if she could jump ship with the Doc and save her singlehandedly."

"Then, like in those real bad movies, half the hall erupts – shouting and hollering and bangin' their bowls and plates and the such. Makin a ruckus about 'justice'. Meanwhile, Ky fuckin vanishes, and the pro-Alex table gets to their feet and prepares to like, bolt for the door? I don't know – save Alex seemed to be the general idea – but how, you'd have to ask them. I just wanted to eat my rations in peace, ya know?"

"So Lyron stands up right, all silent in that real serious way he does? Like, this is the kinda guy that can just stand up and people watch," suddenly impossibly more animated, John lifts his feet off the ground, so he is crouched on the chair. "So, he stands up, and steps onto a bench, then straight onto the freaken' table, and raises a hand – that's it! Just raises his hand and the whole hall gets reeeeal quiet and tense, 'cause you can just tell that judgement is about to be passed. Then he pauses the motherfucker, just to make sure that everyone is paying attention."

"Then he goes," John lowered his voice comically, "even if what Brokma says is true – long pause - and Alex Danvers' father is responsible for our exile, we cannot hold her responsible. And the whole angry half of the hall gets super riled up again, and Lyron just like, waits it out for a moment before raising his freaken hand again! And everyone shuts up! Magic, man, let me tell you. Then he says," bringing his voice back down to Lyron's register, practically bouncing on the chair. "Alex Danvers has done nothing but help this crew and our mission. I cannot believe she wanted to be banished alongside us, and her actions the day we left speak to her rescue attempts. Therefore! I choose to believe that Dr Alex Danvers is a hero, both to the original members of the Exodus crew who were deported, and to everyone aboard this ship today, who only enjoy life because Alex Danvers was willing to gamble her own. A gamble, need I remind you; she pays for this very moment."

Grinning manically now, the man hops back down to sit properly on edge of the seat, leaning towards the camera. "And shit man – the whole hall instantly cools off. People start to take their seats again, one by one, nodding to each other reasonably and shit, until only the Friends of Alex and the mid-tier douche who started this are left standing. So, like, Lyron steps down until he is back on the floor besides this dickwad and he calmly states – You, however, violated the privacy of everyone aboard this ship, myself included, and will pay a heavy cost – and he reached out and like, snapped his neck. It was so fucking brutal, and everyone just like froze and shit. Even the Friends of Alex got all wide eyed and took their seats real quick. I mean, I've seen Lyron do some bonkers shit, but never so… I don't know… abruptly? Publicly? But MAN I cannot wait for Alex to wake up so we can tell her this story – or show her this recording! Yeah, that'd be more efficient, and she is always talking about making our movements more efficient and shit in training."

He grinned at himself, self-satisfied. "Cool! So, yeah. Hi Alex! Hope your arms feeling less… gone? Bye Darla!"

It mostly started as a joke – watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Lucy had been insisting they clear some of the shelves, now that Maggie's lease was officially up. She had a pretty extensive book collection, and they simply didn't have the space.

It had taken some negotiation, and a little heart ache, but they'd decided to at least shuffle some of Alex's things to the closet. Her medical journals weren't exactly getting a lot of use. Even Maggie understood next to nothing about their contents, and she had a minor in biology.

So, a shared Saturday off turned into an organization session. Lucy was just happy to be reducing the clutter - an open plan apartment wasn't exactly conducive to her military style cleaning. Maggie was just happy to catch glances of Lucy cleaning in those slightly too short shorts.

It was shuffling through one of the TV shelves that it all started. They'd had a small laugh at Alex's expense - noting the large array of hot female leads dominating her selection. The closet could be a deep, dark place.

But it was the combination of Lena Headey and Summer Glau that had the girls nodding in agreement, concluding that Alex did, in fact, have taste. As if the two of them weren't testament themselves.

So, that's how Kara found them at the end of the day. Sister's night had migrated, and she'd picked up Chinese at Lucy's request. She should have known better then to come in the window – but she'd checked in on their hearts and they did seem to be up to anything inappropriate.

"Oh my god!" Kara spun on her heal, stumbling as her foot caught on her own cape. "What happened to her face!"

"Oh! Did you remember my wantons?" Lucy was already investigating the abandoned takeout, Maggie left to pause the movie exactly where Kara wouldn't want it.

"What are you two watching!? And what do you have against a good old fashioned romantic comedy!?"

"Terminator!" Maggie called, clearing away their mugs from earlier so they could gather around the coffee table.

"And why is that girl missing a chunk of her face?"

Maggie laughed, patting Kara on the shoulder as she approached the sink. "Technically, it's just fake skin. She'd made entirely made of an endoskeleton – part robot basically."

Lucy, around her scavenged wanton, mumbled back, "still hot though!"

Medical Log: Bionic Arm (#6)

Patient: Alex Danvers

Medic: Dryl (Exodus Biomechanic)

Assisting: Vik Foss (Exodus Medic)

The camera flickered on awkwardly, the feed stuttering before coming into focus on the blank ceiling.

"I don't understand why you insist on this," a disembodied voice grumbled.

"I know that bionic arms of this caliber are very normal, and not at all cool, where you come from Dryl," the second, female voice was horse, but chipper. "But where I come from, this is revolutionary. So just, let me have this, hmmm?"

Suddenly the camera swung around, lifted and maneuvered so that just the eye and forehead of what was clearly some kind of borderline translucent, blue, alien.

"How do you know if it is working without the purple lights?" they asked, the single visible solidly white eye squinting into the lens skeptically.

"If shutter is open!" A fourth voice sang back.

"And a 'shutter' is what exactly?" The blue creature inquired, shifting the camera so that it was looking more at their nose then eyes – obviously looking for the mysterious 'shutter'.

"Oh, for Feys sake, would you just!" The whole device was suddenly snatched away. The angle swung wide, revealing the end of an occupied medical bed, and Dryl's stiff back as he tinkered with something in front of him.

The camera was adjusted, panning up the bed to reveal a pale, bed bound Alex Danvers. She was resting her chin on the knee tucked against her chest, her right arm wrapped around. The other leg was stretched out, giving a clear visual of the missing left forearm and hand, her bicep and elbow hanging freely, bandaged all the way up to her shoulder. The dressings were also visible where her grey tank left her chest exposed. Despite this, there was some excitement in her eyes, locked as they were on Dryl's form off frame.

"Don't know why I bother with you people," Ella's voice continued to grumble, shifting the camera slightly ensure its stability. "'What's a shutter?' – honestly! This is as bad as Earth."

"Take a breath El," Alex turned, smiling to something just above the frame. "Vik's English is getting better. And not everyone has worked in American universities for half a decade."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!" She sang back, almost hopping back into frame before scooting onto the bed, to the patient's right. The bed dipped sharply for a second, making Alex wince, but otherwise she seemed amused by the other women's antics. "I got you your brand-new portable camera AND I turned it on – I'm gonna bounce. You guys have fun being weird biology nerds, I'm expected down in weapons."

She planted a hard kiss to the side of Alex's overgrown undercut, before leaving with the same energy she arrived.

"She is… A lot," Vik muttered, stepping warily around the camera's frame, and up to Alex's bedside.

"She has a good heart," Alex responded, smiling up at the other medic.

"A… good heart?" Vik did not have eyebrows, but the pinching around her eyes indicated a frown. "How could you know this? Have you… investigated?"

Alex laughed, dropping her knee to lay flat. "No, not literally. That's just something people say."

"Ah," Vik nodded, but did not seem to understand.

"It means she is a good person," Dryl said with authority. "'A good heart' is something idealistic human's say when they feel they understand another's intentions to be pure," he steepled his hands together as the women watched him. "It is not a phrase I believed you would use, Dr Danvers, as it is not empirical."

"Not everything has to be measurable to be true," she shot back, still smiling. "Plus, it's something my sister would always say about people; they have good hearts," the corners of her lips twitched. "And I'm trying to channel her 'idealism,' at the moment," she lifted her bound shoulder for emphasis.

"You are incorrect," Dryl responded, now reaching out to tug at the tucked portion of the bandages. "In order to prove something true, it must be measured. Both of your doctorates mean you know this. However," he started to unwind carefully; eyes fixed on the task. "I understand that you are speaking metaphorically, and I will grant you this idealism, given your current predicament."

"Very generous of you," Alex dryly responded, rolling her eyes to the camera in exasperation.

"Shall I recap our progress up until this point again, Alex?" Vik asked – causing Alex's eyes to widen comically, amused panic flitting across her face.

"Ah, how about, just for efficiencies sake, you let me?"

"Of course," Vik nodded, taking a small step back so Alex was unobscured in centre frame, Dryl still carefully unwinding her arm.

"So, because you should have access to the medical logs one through five, I'll be quick. After my accident, an upper extremity amputation was necessary. Fortunately, my medics apparently listen when I talk because they remembered the importance of maintaining as much length as possible – that saved my elbow joint and is making Dryl's job much easier."

"Correct."

Smiling at the interruption, she looked back at the camera. "The last several sessions have been about rebuilding the damaged muscle, tissue and bone in the remaining arm. This required Dryl to do some creative biomechanical work, and now…" she paused, waiting as Dryl unwound the last of the binding on her shoulder, "I have this."

This looked like 80% a residual limb – the stump of her arm ending an inch after the elbow – and 20% machine. Her pale skin was still red it met the new tech, but otherwise, it was healed. Her arm, including her shoulder, was now a patchwork of flesh and metal – where the injuries had been too severe, plates and rods and wiring had been placed, fused into her biology using Dryl's DNA.

"Dryl spent the last couple of weeks working on my upper arm," she twisted it around, as if evaluating the work herself. "Getting it strong and advanced enough that it can handle phase two."

"Yes," Dryl turned away from Alex, but continued talking as he went back to the workbench out of frame. "Alex insisted that she be able to remove any bionic I built for her, as to prevent over-reliance. Therefore, the remaining human parts needed to be upgraded separately as to make her new forearm and hand detachable."

Alex shrugged, eyeing her new hybrid skin, trying to ignore the way her other hand clenched and unclenched in the hospital blankets. "You never know what can happen in the field."

Dryl stepped back into frame, now holding phase two – a completely bionic arm. It was obviously designed to cover more than just her forearm, a joint for her elbow and the start of her bicep evident. It was a sleek, shiny grey, plated in what would be the naturally more muscley portions with a darker grey. The most detailed mechanics (aside from the hand) were around the inside of the elbow, a rob and spring mechanism designed to support mobility and strength in the low arm.

The hand and wrist were a whole other ball game. The arm was essentially with a single metal piece, supported externally with plates and internally with robs. It narrowed down to the wrist, where it simply ended. Instead of connecting directly to the wrist, thus limiting motion and durability, the hand piece was separate, connected to the frame on the inside of the arm.

The hand was detailed mechanical work, all designed as an imitation of the human hand but reinforced - small metal plates arming each knuckle. When Dryl turned it over in his hands, for Alex's inspection, the whole hand the palm was revealed to be a rubber texture, promoting grip.

"Cool," She breathed, eyes were wide and locked onto the tech. "Very, very, cool."

"Well, it is indeed 'cool'; but we do not yet know if it works," Dryl nodded, also inspecting the tech with critical eyes. "I am confident that the sensors will be able to pick up the muscle's electric signals and convert them into intuitive and proportional bionic hand movement. However," he placed it down, and started to fiddle with the opening by the elbow. "I am concerned that the neural chip we have agreed to test may not be fully functional."

"Only one way to find out," she grinned, holding out her arm. Her other hand tightened imperceptibly in the sheets.

Vik suddenly chimed in, while Dryl started to fix the internal socket around the remaining arm. "I must remind you that it may take several cycles before you have any control. Given the type and recentness of the trauma, further rehabilitation to strengthen the muscle sites could be necessary."

Alex dragged her head around to look at the other women, her lips tugging up, forehead wrinkling. "Are you reminding me of my own lessons?"

"Freyer spoke to me at length about how to ensure mental wellbeing as well as physical. Apparently, false hope and expectations is damaging to the human psyche."

"Ah," Alex nodded, still smiling. "you've been talking to the shrink. Explains it."

Vik frowned. "Shrink?"

"Done!" Whatever explanation Alex was about to offer was cut off, Dryl stepping away from the bed.

Everyone seemed to freeze, staring at the prosthetic.

Second ticked by, before Dryl took a small step forward, so the bed was again framed by Alex's friends. "You must actually move the arm for me to know whether it works, Dr Danvers."

"Oh," she murmured, eyes locked on the addition. "Right," and yet nothing happened for another second. Closing her eyes, breathing one deep breath, Alex slowly clenched her left fist for the first time in weeks.

"Supergirl!" Kara winced, guilty eyes turning to look at the raging Lucy Lane standing at the door. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Ah… going to work?" She asked. The Directors glare increased in intensity, somehow, and Supergirl found herself shrinking away. Just a little. Because she was Supergirl, in Supergirl clothes, fresh from a Supergirl fight and she would not shrink from a 5'2 women in heels. Lucy didn't even deem to reply, just continued to glare at Kara's half standing form. Seconds ticked over, until Kara felt absolutely compelled to fill the silence. "Ah… going home?"

Lucy ticked up an eyebrow, eyes still narrow. "Okay… totally not going home. Pffft…" she was between positions, one leg on the ground baring weight, while the other was aloft, her hands leaning back on the sun bed for balance.

Lucy said nothing still, eyes fixed on the misbehaving Kryptonian. "I'm definitely staying here, under the sun lamps, where I can heal from my recent injury," Kara finally replied, eyes wide - afraid of the 5'2 women in heels. She shuffled back onto the bed.

"Exactly what I thought," she finally dropped the eyebrow, but her eyes stayed this side of narrow. Watching the superhero like a hawk as she winced into a lying position. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Silence. "Okay, sore, but nothing serious!"

Lucy finally sighed, though she would never admit the pout softened her a little. "You need to rest. You took a beating today."

"I stopped a collapsing building!"

"Yeah, but you also ripped up an entire city block with your body, so you need to stay in this bed until you've soaked up all the stupid sun rays… or whatever."

Blowing hair out of her eyes, Kara finally relented. "Fiiiine."

"Good girl," Lucy bit back her grin at the flush which spread across Kara's face at the praise. That makes both Danvers girls – adorable. "Can I get you anything?"

"Can you…" Kara snapped her mouth shut, suddenly very interested in the ceiling. "Nothing, never mind."

"No, what is it?" Now Lucy was receiving the silent treatment, and that's simply unacceptable.

Kara bit her lip, the Crinkle™ forming while she considered her option. Considered Alex's last request. Considered everything Lucy and Maggie and J'onn and Winn had been saying on repeat for the last six months. "Can you… can you stay?"

It came out as more of a whisper, but Lucy still heard it. Her lip quirked as she got closer to the resting women, making sure that their eyes met before she spoke. "Maggie is already on the way with dinner, and I clocked off ten minutes ago."

"Oh," Kara blinked, refusing to cry right now, at the DEO, because someone offered to hold her hand while she hurt. "Um, thank you?"

"Anytime Kara," Lucy smiled down, already eyeing which chair to steal before Maggie arrived. "Anytime."

PERSONAL LOG: DR ALEX DANVERS, GL (#4.1)

- Kara Zor-El Danvers -

Alex Danvers was already picking at a pulled thread on her tac pants, even as she stared down the lens with pinched, anxious eyes. She was dressed in all black, her fitted t-shirt embroidered with their Exodus insignia. Scratching at her cheek with her good hand, she sat back and took one steadying breath.

"Hey Kar," a pause, small smile. "I bet'cha noticed what's changed, huh?" She waved her prosthetic hand awkwardly.

"I, ah… as in an accident," wincing at the understated wording, she pushed on. "It wasn't even doing anything reckless. Or- I guess that's a lie. Wasn't anything needlessly reckless. And I'm fine now."

Looking down at the offending hand, she wiggled the mechanical fingers before clenching them into a fist, grimacing at the grip and adding, "mostly."

"It wasn't even in a fight or anything, just a stupid mechanical failure gone wrong… Wrong-er. One minute I'm mentally high-fiving myself for screwing this stupid bolt without being able to see what I'm doing, then next the entire engine came down on my arm."

"At first," she relaxed and clenched again, eyes trained on her prosthetic. "My brain didn't process what had happened. Like, there was a split second when I felt the ship turn, and then the sound of the jack failing, and bam - I'm being crushed by a 1000-pound machine."

"I kept thinking – man. This would normally be where I'd just shout and magically a superhero would come and lift this stupid, heavy mistake off me, and everything will be fine – you'd tell me to be more careful, and J'onn would just shake his head and send me home so Lucy and Maggie could try keep me outta the field for a few days. But I can't do that out here."

She finally looked away from her bionic arm, watery eyes facing the screen. "I was pretty hurt, so I eventually passed out. But for that twenty minutes, where I knew that no one was coming, and I might bleed out, trapped under a stupid hunk of metal…"

Hastily wiping away the stray tear, she pressed on. "I just kept thinking – you never got to say goodbye – you missed your chance. If the crew gets home, they'll have to give you this bank filled with messages, and none of them will be for Kara or Maggie or Lucy and that will just kill them a second time. That would just be… so unfair. And I can't let another stupid, selfish decision hurt you guys. Not even from beyond the grave."

"I just… Urgh," she scrubbed the tears away which were starting to escape, blinking hard to clear the remainder away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Taking a final deep breath, she started again.

"Missing you, Kar, it's like being untethered. I didn't know it, but once you were cut from my life… I lost touch with a lot of who I was. Like I bound up all thebest parts of me with you. And when I lost that, lost you, I… lost my anchor. And I think I started to drift into this… darker place. Where I felt like all the good in me, all the pieces that you, and Maggie and Lucy love… like it was left behind on Earth, and the longer I'm stuck out here, the more impossible finding those parts is going to be."

Shaking her head, Alex rubbed at her forehead, centring her thoughts. Trying to relax the ever-growing ball of tension in her chest.

"I just wanted to tell you that you are the best parts of me Kara," focusing her eyes directly into the lens, as if she could will the audience to believe her. "And I love you, so much. And I'm just so sorry I had to leave you, that you had to watch-"

Closing her eyes against the images of those last moments – Kara's conviction that she could stop the spaceship singlehandedly, the way she pressed a hand to the glass, reaching towards her sister – She fought the sob building behind her throat.

"And If I ever get home, I will spend each and every day making sure you know that your goodness and honour and love are the only reason I survived most days. Thinking about you, Maggie and Lucy, and letting you down another time, that kept me going trapped under that engine. I swear it."