"D'Argo, tell her who the daddy is." D'Argo, sadly, answers that they don't know. We don't know who the daddy is (come on, we totally do!). He nods, like he just realized John is going crazier than they thought. And the Dreadnaught on their six. "Right, we don't know...who," John gulps. It hurts. How many times, I said drink every time Aeryn's not Aeryn, and what it means. No matter how romantic the love scenes, the silence and the ironic declaration of backwards love, no matter how happy they finally are: we don't know what she did during the dark time. And we don't know who the daddy is. What hurts is not that Aeryn's gone, suddenly -- that's just another quest -- what hurts is that it's so plausible, after all that's happened. Sikozu stops watching John and stares at Aeryn now, too.
"Say 'baby,' Aeryn," he pleads. "Aeryn, say 'baby.'" His gun in her face, still confused and full of so much love. So much concern for him, for what he's going through. "Say 'baby.'" He's close to crying. Her mouth moves. "Spell it." Aeryn stares at Sikozu, her partner and friend this week, and back to John. He begins to sing. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G...H. I. J." Aeryn begins to sob, looking back at him. "Where's Aeryn? Aeryn?" Even weeping, her hand travels down to her pistol, cocking it in its holster. He stares into her eyes; she starts to draw. He shoots her in the face, point-blank. Now, he's ready for politics.
Smoke rises from her hissing head; D'Argo jumps forward, then just stares. One side of Aeryn's lovely face is bubbling plastic and fused wires. Her eye, the remaining eye, flutters and closes. Sikozu says, softly: "Bioloid." D'Argo asks, "What's a bioloid?" and Sikozu says, pointing: "That." Sikozu knows a lot of shit about a lot of shit, have you noticed? Aeryn's head throws sparks, quakes, melts down her side. As D'Argo comes near, the bioloid falls backwards like a post, thudding into the ground.
Pilot comms them half a minute -- half a minute for so much pain -- until the warship comes close enough to identify them. Scorpius gasps into comms that he's temporarily patched the sensor distorter in, and Pilot nods, feeling his options. Sikozu: "A Scarran ore freighter, and mimic its movements." Pilot engages the order.
D'Argo watches John staring down at the bioloid, its face still bubbling and popping. Sikozu opens the Scarran hail, and D'Argo orders her to answer it, which she does, sounding only slightly uncomprehending. The warship breaks off and wanders away. Sikozu and D'Argo sigh with relief; John's lost to them now. "What did you say to them?" She tells him that she said they noticed a Leviathan starbursting in, and they were afraid it was going to board them, so she thanked them for scaring it away. D'Argo grunts and turns away; Sikozu leans on the console and rests her eyes.