Then, two horrible things on Moya, because we of course cannot do without the Downer Tag. D'Argo clarifies with Zhaan that Maldis isn't dead, just "dispersed." That's just great to know. First thing: "Zhaan," Aeryn says stiffly but sweetly as possible, "I feel I must apologize to you for mocking your courage. I see now that you are more of a warrior that I ever thought."

Zhaan nods, and leaves. Quickly. And Aeryn wonders why. D'Argo: "You could not have cut her more deeply." And Aeryn doesn't get it.

John records a message -- to DK this time -- about how he's still processing, how stupid it was that he couldn't just sit Crais down and convince him. "Well, I had my chance. And I'm never going to get another one. And he's going to keep at it, until one of us dies." Zhaan enters, looking shattered. "You look about as cheerful as I do," he grins. "Talk to me. What's up?" Zhaan, haltingly: "Before I became a priest, I was a savage." (Having emotions? Go to emotion guy. What's really effed up is when he and Chiana realize they're that guy for each other. So scary.)

"Yeah, I think I remember you saying that. I don't know that I ever believed it," he says kindly. Who's going to look into that face, at those strong hands, and see the wild thing underneath? "You've never seen that part of me. I thought I'd eradicated it forever." No big, right? You resurrected it -- just a little -- to deal with Maldis. "...so it's over." But it's not. It never was.

"I feel it inside me still. Now I have to rid myself of it again. And I don't know if I can do it, John." John, she calls him.

"Well, is there anything I can do to help? Aw, c'mon, there must be something. I mean, even if it just means being a good listener." Second thing.

John rises, to touch her, and she lashes out again. He flinches and jumps, grabbing his wounded hand. First soldier down.

"No one can help me."

She recovers herself, horrified, apologizes. Goes running. And John stares after.