Mart sits on a chair in his ship, quietly contemplating things as he stares at the wall
All of this is my fault. I’m the one who pushed for Callista and Sandra to get together. The one who cheated on Sandra to make this situation happen. The one who failed both of them in trying to help keep it a secret better. I always try to help, but in the end I always make things worse. It seems to be the only thing I ever do.
He sighs as he thinks, looking down at the table, staring at nothing in particular
Sandra apologized to me for having having made me lie for so long. As if I deserve being apologized to after what I did to her. I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end. I made a promise to her that I would not say a word, and I will continue to do so until she either tells me to stop or I die.
He glances over to the cockpit and moves to stand before stopping himself, the idea of taking off and leaving for a time again having come to his mind, though he shakes his head and pushes it away
I can’t leave yet. They still need me…one last time. Once this is done…I can just leave and disappear. Take Damien and Zeltar with me and stop being a burden on the others. Or perhaps just go alone. Go back to wandering from planet to planet as I did…never truly finding where I belong. I once believed that I belonged here on Viscara, but I can see now that all I do is make things worse here.
He sighs again, shaking his head as he sits in his chair, shoulders sagged
I’m sorry Callista, Sandra. I’m sorry I ended up causing this much pain for both of you. I’ll help you out one last time…then stop being such a hinderance on both your lives.
He eventually passes out from exhaustion on the table, still wearing his helmet