Q. :
I’m still Dying. Why?
A. :
You weren’t Sent Back
to be CURED.
You were Sent Back
to be WEIGHED.
Q. :
Weighed?
A. :
Tested, to see if she’d make
Different Choices.
To see if this time, here,
had changed her at all.
Q. :
Why didn’t you just TELL me?
A. :
What, give you The Answer
before The Test?
You’re a Tricky Case, Philippa.
You Don’t Belong Here, Now,
but to Send You Somewhere Else
might cause just as many problems.
So you had to be weighed
to figure out Your Course.
Q. :
Oh, let me guess.
I was found to be lacking.
A. :
Now, why would you say that?
Q. :
I Killed My Daughter. Again.
A. :
But in Fairness,
Your Hands were Tied.
Q. :
The End was the same.
A. :
But You Tried.
Q. :
I Failed Her…
The Empire.
A. :
Yeah. But, you know,
THIS time through…
You Tried for PEACE.
You Saved a Kelpien,
and You Didn’t HAVE to Do That.
And He’ll Save Others.
A LOT of Them.
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