There's another option in all of this, one Crichton wanted to consider, but wasn't quite willing to. But then Zhaan grabs him and spins him around. He rips his arm out of her grasp.
"Aeryn is fine. As far as I know. Buut since I'm seeing dead people and fictional characters walkin' around, the jury's pretty much out." He sighs.
"Okay, three possibilities: One, whatever the hell this station is, it's just pluckin' people out of spacetime at random for no reason. Likely, but a longshot. In which case you're not dead. Yet. Two, I'm dead or in a coma or something on Moya," he slumps against the floor, chuckling a little, "which means this is all in my head, and I'm just remembering you. Pretty likely. And the third, this is the Ancients or the Scarrans frelling with my head again. Very likely, except the Scarrans are supposed to piss off and leave me and my family alone. And the Ancients are supposedly done with me. None of these are good options right now for you, but since you might be fictional, I don't care much."
He slumps against the wall. "But when I'm from, yes, you're dead. You died saving us, if that helps. Saving me and Aeryn. I watched...I watched it happen. We couldn't do anything. You managed to hold on until we got back to Moya, and then you died. D'argo died later on. I didn't see him go, but since he was fighting half the Scarran military, I don't think his odds were too good."
He looks up, eyes wet.
"And now I'm waitin' for the scene to change and Sparky to float in wearing a gimp mask and an evening gown, because that's usually what happens when I start havin' conversations with dead friends." He chuckles.
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"Aeryn is fine. As far as I know. Buut since I'm seeing dead people and fictional characters walkin' around, the jury's pretty much out." He sighs.
"Okay, three possibilities: One, whatever the hell this station is, it's just pluckin' people out of spacetime at random for no reason. Likely, but a longshot. In which case you're not dead. Yet. Two, I'm dead or in a coma or something on Moya," he slumps against the floor, chuckling a little, "which means this is all in my head, and I'm just remembering you. Pretty likely. And the third, this is the Ancients or the Scarrans frelling with my head again. Very likely, except the Scarrans are supposed to piss off and leave me and my family alone. And the Ancients are supposedly done with me. None of these are good options right now for you, but since you might be fictional, I don't care much."
He slumps against the wall. "But when I'm from, yes, you're dead. You died saving us, if that helps. Saving me and Aeryn. I watched...I watched it happen. We couldn't do anything. You managed to hold on until we got back to Moya, and then you died. D'argo died later on. I didn't see him go, but since he was fighting half the Scarran military, I don't think his odds were too good."
He looks up, eyes wet.
"And now I'm waitin' for the scene to change and Sparky to float in wearing a gimp mask and an evening gown, because that's usually what happens when I start havin' conversations with dead friends." He chuckles.