“I couldn’t have done this alone, you know.”

In theory, when a cleric says those words, that typically eludes to their deity that they’ve worshipped during their time. Pike was no different; she admired The Everlight and remained in her service despite the confusion that was sown.

This, however?

She’s speaking of you.

You, who has supported her through trial and tribulation. You, who never abandoned the hope you carried when she went off on her own. You who loves her — unconditionally.

She leans into you as you both sit on the edge of an outlook. The grassy hills stretch on for miles, an almost endless sea of green.

A deep breath, and then she speaks again, “I don’t know what path I’m supposed to take. I do know, though, that whatever it is — I want it with you.”