Dana Scully
For the first time... I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning, the numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal... Threatening clarity in the presence of a truth... Entertained not in youth, but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning... Were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden... As I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose... And the prospects darken... For the continuance of a journey that began not so long ago, and which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened... By your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now... As I cross to face you and look at you incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me... For not making the rest of the journey with you.