She smiles at me, like a mother might. “We owe a great deal to you, legionnaire. I have been told you are a brilliant leader. A brave and noble soul. But more, a good and dear friend. I wish I could have met you, Tyler. I almost feel like I have. But please know, we are so proud of you, to have come this far. We know what you’ve given. What you’ve lost. I only pray in the end it will be worth it.”
Her smile widens, and she kisses her fingers, and I watch with wondering eyes as she presses them against the lens. This woman is a hero. One of the Legion Founders. To hear her speaking like this … to me …
“There’s someone who wants to speak to you,” she continues. “So I will wish you farewell, Tyler Jones, and good fortune, and bid you remember the hopes and lives of the entire galaxy are owed to you and your friends.”
She holds out her hand, off camera, beckoning.
“Come here, love.”
There’s a long pause. Nari Kim beckons again, smiling. “It’s all right.”
A figure moves into frame, rendered in the same duotone lines of holographic light. Her hair is long and curling, mostly silver or white, her skin wrinkled with age.
I don’t recognize her at first. Then Nari murmurs encouragement, and the newcomer turns her head toward her, and I catch a glimpse of …
… It can’t be.
Earrings with hawk charms dangling from them.
And as she takes her seat in front of the recorder, I begin to realize …
The woman looks up at the lens, and I see her lashes are shining with tears. And I recognize her then, despite the impossibility of it all, despite the gulf of time and tracks of sorrow etched at the edges of her eyes.
“Zila … ,” I whisper.
“Hello, Tyler.”
She pauses, as if gathering herself. She seems so small. Tinier even than I remember. Beside her, Nari squeezes her hand. And buoyed by that touch, Zila finds some well of strength, breathes deep, and begins to speak.
“If you are watching this, you have survived past the point of my departure, and have entered the realm of absolute uncertainty. I am very happy you survived your captivity among the GIA. Hopefully this means my gift to you was of some use. Forgive me if it was not one hundred percent adequate. I was working with a near-infinite number of variables.”
She frowns, rubbing her brow as if pained.
“During the Battle of Terra, when the Eshvaren Weapon was fired, a collision of psychic energies and temporal distortion hurled me, Finian, and your sister, Scarlett, back in time, to the year 2177.”
My eyes go wide and I look at Adams, but he’s only watching the holo. From his look of intense interest, I’d guess he’s never seen this before.
“Due to events too complex to bore you with,” Zila continues, “I was forced to remain behind in this era. It has fallen to me, along with Battle Leader de Karran and Nari, to pave the way for future events, and for the eventual struggle with the Ra’haam. We have done our very best to ensure that all happens exactly as it did. As it should. As it must, for Aurora to recover the Eshvaren Weapon and use it against the enemy. But …”
Zila’s voice falters. She looks down at her hands, swallowing hard. The Zila Madran I knew was a girl who lived behind walls. Who kept herself shielded from the world by logic, cut off from her emotions, cold and clinical.
But she’s crying now, tears spilling down her cheeks.
I see Nari Kim’s hand reach out again, her arm slip around Zila’s shoulders, pulling her in tight, and she kisses her cheek, her knuckles, her lips. Even through this ancient tech, these thin glowing lines, I can see the love in her eyes, feel tears stinging in mine as I realize what they must have meant to each other. That my friend found someone who mattered so much.
“Just speak from your heart, love,” Nari says.
Zila looks to the camera again, her voice shaking.
“I am so s-sorry, Tyler,” she whispers. “About Cat. I tried for years to think of an alternative. Some way to spare her that fate. I have dreaded the day when I would have to speak these words to you. But the potential for calamity, a paradoxical butterfly effect that would irrevocably alter the timeline …” She sniffs thickly, swallows hard. “We could n-not risk it. Without me here, there would be no one to help Nari to form the Legion, to ensure you met Aurora, to protect you on Emerald City. Nobody to safeguard the future. For us to ensure the Ra’haam’s defeat, everything needed to happen exactly as it did, up to the moment I left your timeline.” She shakes her head, her eyes imploring. “Everything.”