[ Upon the word ‘messiah,’ Serenity alerts with a start. ]

We have a prophecy that’s close to that one. [ Pads of her fingers play silent music against the table’s edge. ] Some day, they messiah will come to bring salvation to the universe. [ Her head dips. ] Or destruction. The final silence. But they have to make that choice.

[ It’s clear Serenity doesn’t desire a long reflection here; her shoulders shrink back, elbows at angles.

Besides, there’s more to discuss. He must understand what he means. ]

Not only healing. Ah, energy. It’s like that. [ A hand, flatly splayed, at her chest. ] I can’t explain it in words, but the what she used to shape our kingdom, to protect [ What is that, under her hand? Some manner of luminescence she doesn’t notice? No trick of the light this time? ] her people, transferred to me. She would’ve told your father that.

[ A far-off glaze touches her eyes. ]

She must have trusted him with our most precious secret if she wanted to unite our people. I wish that I could show you- I’m so bad at saying what I mean.