"I've always thought of myself in terms of survival. Life and death, keeping the body alive. But what Namtar did to me, it was...me. Inside. The real me."
John, with the insight and the beauty of the fool: "You would've fit in on Earth. Just fine." And that's all it takes, to close the Gilina loop; to shift shape once again. That truth, and we've begun.
Same scene, same meaning, different players: D'Argo enters Pilot's den carrying something over his shoulder. His blade? Not this time. Same size and shape, now shifted. "Your arm. Is it healing?" Of course. "You understand why I did what I did?" His motivations were perfectly clear, Pilot says. Language more clipped even than normal. The shapes Pilot can assume, when required. "And you understand that if I was faced with the same choice again, I would do exactly the same?" No doubt. "I also know that Luxans are not given to apology," says Pilot, more full of grace than ever before. He's what Zhaan wishes she was. What we wish she was. Now you know why the Muppets are something you have to get over: Pilot is the more we could be.
D'Argo glares at Pilot for that cheap shot, and sits before him. At his right hand. "The device you've been working on so diligently. What do you call it?" It's a shilquin. "And it is finally finished." And what manner of weapon is it? But D'Argo's a shapeshifter too, beautiful in his way. Strong and beautiful Ka D'Argo, who is not given to apology: "It is not a weapon." And he raises the shilquin, and begins to play -- not words, but something infinitely more beautiful; the shifting shape of love and apology -- he begins to play a song for Pilot.