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[ When the video clicks on, it shows both Trip and T'Pol seated on the edge of T'Pol's bed. Though it's just out of sight, her hand is settled in his. She glances at him from the corner of her her before looking head on into the feed again. ]

I have been here for three years. I saw my first inmate graduate, and I saw him graduate his own inmates. I've found things and people here that I never imagined I would see again - some positive, some less so. I've died here.

[ A beat. She straightens her shoulders, lifts her chin. ] In three years, I have sought two deals from the Admiral. The first was achieved with relative ease; the second has been much more difficult.

[ T'Pol breaks off again, turning to her husband, and Trip picks up the slack: ] Back home, right before I came here, there was an extremist group called Terra Prime that wanted to expel all non-humans from Earth and from our solar system. Their leader stole samples of our DNA to try and show people what it'd look like if humans started reproducing with aliens. So, we found out we had a daughter, and she was basically bein' held hostage by these whackjobs. We went in to try and get her out and stopped him from blowin' up a good chunk of San Francisco, but they messed up the cloning process and she died after we got her back to <>Enterprise. [ And here Trip has to stop for a second, because while he's been keeping his voice pretty level, telling the facts as they happened and not focusing too much on the emotional weight of it, it's still hard to just come out and say it like that, and to remember what it had been like to watch her fade away. ] We only got to know her for a couple hours.

[ He takes a deep breath, and when he keeps going, his voice is a little more forcibly normal now. ] Right after the funeral, I came here to fix it. But it's been almost two years, and aside from patchin' up the engines and whatever people end up breaking around here, I haven't really gotten the chance to do anything that's actually gonna move us forward. I've had eight inmates, and most of 'em left before they even got a chance to make progress.

[ It's almost obvious that they draw strength from one another; T'Pol continues. ] We've been given a reprieve. Rhade changed his deal to save Elizabeth. Our daughter. I imagine there is no Vulcan alive who knows how to say thank you better than I, and thank you still does not seem enough. We'll be leaving shortly, once our affairs are in order.

[ Lifting her hand, her fingers part in the Vulcan salute, and she inclines her head. ] Live long, and prosper.

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[ A few minutes after the post goes up, she adds a private note: ] I've restored Ivy's abilities, and I do not intend to limit them again before I go. I do not, however, wish to leave without someone being aware. The two of you seemed the best options, given your relationship with Ivy. I hope you will keep an eye on her until she is reassigned; I'm sorry for any inconvenience.

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She's no inconvenience. I'll try to make sure she's alright. [Though she's only really aware Ivy will lash out when people do really bad things.]

Is she taking it okay?

[ That's okay; she asked Zev because she knows Ivy likes that. ]

She has been very understanding of our situation, but I know she isn't taking to being on the ship well.

No. It's still a prison, even if one that's not so bad. I can understand why.

But you sound like you'll be happy. You should go after that. [Her deal is seriously only for a nice home. She can't blame them at all.]

I...believe I will be. [Not just content, or at peace, none of the neutral Vulcan terms. She can be happy, so long as she has Trip to temper it all. ]

Take care, Zev.

[...omg ;;]

You too. Both of you.

[ ;; ]

Take care of yourself, Merlin. [ And a nod. She'll miss you, bro. :c ]

Keep out of trouble while we're gone. [Which is being said in a way that suggests Trip knows you'll do NO SUCH THING although perhaps not intentionally.]

I'll do my best. [Yeah right. More seriously:] And I know you'll take care of each other.

[Rhade is having about one billion tiny little heartbreaks. But he's happy they'll have their baby again. And they will, even if he has to covert ops some shit up they will.]

Take care of your daughter, and each other.

That is my intent. [ Yup subtly implying she hast to look after Trip. He's illogical and he gets himself into trouble. :c ]

Thank you again. [ It really doesn't sound like enough. ]

[He's going to give her a little bit of a smile, because he believes it.] I'll see you around the universe.

[It's always the saddest thing to say, but it's been some of the best parting wishes he's heard.]

I hope so. [ She's always going to have a certain fondness of him; and she does want their daughters to meet, in the future, very much so. ]

We really can't thank you enough.

Our people consider being a husband and father the two greatest titles a man can hold. I would be a poor one to deny someone the same honor.

Good luck at home, you two. Sochya eh dif.

[ And there's the tiniest hint of a smile in response to that. She tips her head toward him, a respectful gesture. ]

I hope the future will treat you well, K.

Don't let this place get you down, Kay.

The only part that gets me down, Sport, is the part that's happenin' right now.

[He hates good-byes.]

[Dean really doesn't know how to feel about all of that - the daughter thing hits him where he lives, in a weird way that most wouldn't think he could empathize with, and maybe he can't. But it still pisses him off.

T'Pol kind of does, too, but still - she's someone who knows and that's been unexpectedly helpful to him. And he does treasure that stupid picture even though he threw a fit about it when it arrived.

And Trip? Well, Trip's been pretty good to Dean, all things considered. So he does, eventually, get over himself and click on the feed.]

Hey sweetheart - [Just for you, T'Pol. One last parting annoyance, and no, he does not care that your husband is right there.] I know I've been kind of a jerk since I got here, but thanks. I'm glad you get to go home and I'm glad someone here's gonna fix it for you. I'll help him if I can.

Trip, dude. I'm sorry. And I'm glad it's gonna work out one way or another. Glad you guys got each other.

[ She doesn't even bat an eye at that sweetheart. Pet names are still ridiculously strange to her, what even is the point. But she still appreciates his apology, even if it's faintly unexpected. Her eyebrow flicks upward when she sees him, and she nods in return. ]

I am certain you will help a great deal of people. Good luck, Dean. I trust you'll have your turn, soon.

[Dean smiles, the one that usually means it's a defense mechanism, but it's sincere too.]

Thanks for that, anyway. Take care.

Thanks, Dean. [Yeah he's not touching the sweetheart thing, he sort of gets how you operate at this point.] Try to keep out of trouble and don't let people trash the place.

[Have a snort for your trouble, Trip.]

Me? Trouble? Whatever.

If people trash the place, I'll just make 'em clean it up.

So that's why...

Sorry, a whole lot of things that didn't make sense make sense now. [Rhade, so secretive...]

Good luck you two. It must feel good to go home.

[ She just arches an eyebrow at that. She had meant to get to know Dylan better, but things got in the way. ]

After so long...yes, it does. Thank you, Captain Hunt. [ And that eyebrow takes on a vaguely humorous quality, though it's hard to tell the difference: ] I hope you'll look after Gaheris' best interests.

I will. Somebody's got to. I swear, he's the worst Nietzschean ever. [Dylan's never met a Nietzschean as prone to self-sacrifice as Rhade is.]

It's still relevant to my interests. [He swears. It really is.]

...Do you still want some time before speaking to me? [Because, despite how justifiable he feels that he is, he also did slink around and had no intention of telling Dylan until T'Pol and Trip were leaving.

And from someone that didn't tell you about a whole insurrection for years that's a rather large accumulated deal.]

[At least Rhade was acting out of altruism. Even though he lied by omission to Dylan. Even though their entire universe was on the line and Rhade gave up an opportunity to help for the sake of saving one baby girl.

Dylan should find that commendable. He knows he should, and when he's rid himself of the last of his anger, he will. But right now the loudest voice in his mind is still upset because the universe is at stake.]

I understand why you did it. But I don't know what to think of it. Give me a day.

I'm afraid I've had a very small sampling of Nietzscheans to interact with. [ She is moderately sure he's joking and that that's a good sign. ] I'll have to trust your judgment on the matter.

So I guess this place does work out sometimes, huh?

Yes. It will work for you as well, Mr. Dawsey, should you decide to allow it.

Yeah, so they keep telling me.

Look after your kid.

I intend to. Take care of yourself, Perry.

Goodbye, T'Pol.

You as well. Both of you.

Best of luck, both of you. You'll be missed.

[It's a distinctly unVulcan thing, to miss someone, but it's an emotion she's become very familiar with here. ]

The - sentiment is shared.

It's fine. [He'd rather you tell him to do it versus someone else so. :c] Good luck at home.

Thank you. And good luck here.

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