[The movement draws his attention, and he turns his head to look at her. Some small part of him is amazed at his own movement, so long denied the freedom to even turn his head. He doesn't react at the sight of her. He's seen her too and heard her voice, his own memories encoded in the memory banks of his battleship. Faces and figured he could look at over and over again, so he would never forget.]

[He's not sure she is real. He still doesn't believe any of this is real. Perhaps some strange dream, though he's never been allowed sleep before.]

Di..

[He calls out to her, almost without realizing it. He can speak to, it's been so long.]

Disciple.

[He calls her again, stressing the "psi" in her name, and he can't stop himself from smiling.]