The tide beats in and out, in and out, just like the beating of my heart. That, I suppose, is the thing I miss most about Earth. The waves in the ocean, beating the sand in their steady pounding rhythm, beating the earth in a rhythm that you could set your heart to. For long time, I've been wanting to show my son the ocean. When I showed him a picture, he said that it reminded him of the sea of blackness that we endlessly floated through. I was saddened by that response. So long had he lived, alone with me and his brother, in the cold, unforgiving emptiness of space. I wished I could only stay with him for a while longer, to teach him, to help him learn. I know that he is knowledgeable in the ways of science, but I hoped to teach him in the ways of men. Hopefully, he, alone with his twin, can learn what he must to survive on a barren planet. Hopefully, with the help of his brother, he can learn to love. I only hope that Vash can teach him.
The ship beeps it's alert, and then, it explodes with the light of a thousand suns, taking me along with it.