Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Agnus Dei
By Jacob Clifton | Season 2 | Episode 22 | Aired on 01.25.2001
John and Harvey struggle for control of the body. Finally, Harvey screams. "Aeryn? Aeryn! Can you comply?" asks John, panicked and wild. "Negative. The harness is jammed. Your frelling tire must have damaged the mechanism." John begs her to listen, to believe it's him speaking for the moment. "Listen to me. You do not want to be in that chair when you set down." She almost weeps in frustration. "Well. This harness won't release. I don't have anything to break it..." She tugs, wildly, at the straps, anger in every line and angle. He begs her to get out of the chair. It wasn't Tocot's lab that was the aurora of our destruction. Right pain, wrong chair. John circles her impotently in the module. Watching. "Come on, please. Do something, do something." He begs, weeping, shaking, and the heart that loves saying: Just live, just live, just live. "I don't have any choice! I don't have any options."
He can see her. In the chair, through the module's side portal. He can see her dropping. It's slow, and fast. "Baby, you're not going to die like this. You are not going to die like this." Chattering -- It wouldn't be heat, would it? It was going to be the cold, always -- appalled, scared, heartbroken: "I hope you meant what you said in the Neural Cluster," she says, hard and soft and full of grace. "I did." She tucks her arms, head down, crash position, and he can still see her. She breaks the ice and continues down, into the water. Deep, and deeper, into the dark, and the cold.
John screams. Crais screams, and throws his hands to his head: he's the only one who can feel Talyn screaming too. D'Argo screams. Aeryn kicks and punches at the water; her head breaks free for a moment; her hands slap the surface. When she goes down the third time and doesn't resurface, breath going out in gouts and bubbles, deeper into cold, John weeps for what he's done. But she's screaming his name, as she goes down.
Officer Aeryn Sun, Special Commando, Icarian Company, Pleisar Regiment. Talyn's daughter; D'Argo's sister. Absent without leave. Irreversibly contaminated. More.
In Tocot's body vault, Zhaan stands at the head of Aeryn's open casket. Always beautiful, never more than now. There's a peace in her we never got to see. The Agnus Dei begins to play. The Lamb of God.
"The Goddess graciously receives to her bosom all those who pass from this existence, regardless of faith or belief."
Crais -- the other godless Peacekeeper in attendance -- looks down at Aeryn, impassive, breaking. Praying Zhaan's right, in this extremity.
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