[voice/text]
Feels like just yesterday I showed up. I know I didn't exactly make a lotta time to meet many people; sorry 'bout that. I'm usually a little more--well, I was preoccupied, so I guess...
Ah, maybe I'll see some of you folks around sometime.
Told you we'd stay in touch.
I know this wasn't what you expected. And I know it's not what you wanted, either. But it's something to hold on to, and it's something to let you remember why you're here. In case you ever forget.
I love I still lo I'm sorry all this had to happen the way it did. And nothing makes up for what I went and did to myself. You don't have to forgive me. Hell, I can't even forgive myself for leaving all of you like that.
Maybe someday. Sooner or later.
Next time, I'm taking her body, and I'm going to take you out and get you good and drunk. We'll have ourselves a party.
Seriously, though, and you probably already know this, but I'm sorry. About everything and about it being you instead. You know how it was between us, and that--
That's not good enough, I know. But hey, I didn't forget about you or anything. I even left you a little present. I know a picture's pretty impersonal, but it's not like I had a lot on me. Stick it on your wall or something. You know me, never could resist a good snapshot. Did you take any of mine? Or anything at all? I didn't think to ask T'Pol, and obviously I wouldn't know with you, if you would've done that kind of thing.
...Anyway. I've rambled on long enough, don't you think? You would've gotten bored of my voice by now and made fun of Americans or something. You take care of yourself. And I don't mean any of that 'oh yes I'm perfectly fine' crap; I mean seriously, Mal. Take care of yourself. And if she knew I said take care of her, next time I show up, she'd kick my ass six ways to Sunday.
And hopefully that time'll be permanent.
Ah, maybe I'll see some of you folks around sometime.
Told you we'd stay in touch.
I know this wasn't what you expected. And I know it's not what you wanted, either. But it's something to hold on to, and it's something to let you remember why you're here. In case you ever forget.
I love I still lo I'm sorry all this had to happen the way it did. And nothing makes up for what I went and did to myself. You don't have to forgive me. Hell, I can't even forgive myself for leaving all of you like that.
Maybe someday. Sooner or later.
Next time, I'm taking her body, and I'm going to take you out and get you good and drunk. We'll have ourselves a party.
Seriously, though, and you probably already know this, but I'm sorry. About everything and about it being you instead. You know how it was between us, and that--
That's not good enough, I know. But hey, I didn't forget about you or anything. I even left you a little present. I know a picture's pretty impersonal, but it's not like I had a lot on me. Stick it on your wall or something. You know me, never could resist a good snapshot. Did you take any of mine? Or anything at all? I didn't think to ask T'Pol, and obviously I wouldn't know with you, if you would've done that kind of thing.
...Anyway. I've rambled on long enough, don't you think? You would've gotten bored of my voice by now and made fun of Americans or something. You take care of yourself. And I don't mean any of that 'oh yes I'm perfectly fine' crap; I mean seriously, Mal. Take care of yourself. And if she knew I said take care of her, next time I show up, she'd kick my ass six ways to Sunday.
And hopefully that time'll be permanent.