He typed the whole thing out, keeping up with what she was saying it. He was a little embarrassed, but... It was important. He wanted her to say at least one thing to his mother, something for both of them to say good-bye on.

For a year now, he'd done this. It was what kept him going on the Nehada, and gave him time to work out his intentions on the Moira.

He stopped typing, looking at the bulk of the text. Smeared his hand down his mouth. This was the last time. After this, it would be over. Writing her would be useless, and he had to count on Roman to take care of her, that she would believe in him as she always did. Some things in the universe remained consistent, and his mother's good heart would be one of them. Breaking it? A sin. There was guilt in that, as much as there was hope in the words they just typed.

He took too long a span, like he needed to absorb this. Remember the moment. Or just triple check the words.






He typed Keelah Se'lai and hit send.