"Good." He nods with approval. The man had done his duty to the mother of his child, and to his future child. It's all you can hope for in a terrible situation. "It's not bad to wear the weight of the past, so long as it doesn't kill you. That child will live, and they will miss the father they didn't have, but they will have a mother and a life. It may not be everything, but it is enough for most."

He twitches his ears as Crichton mentions his mother. It sounds like an unhappy meeting. He sighs a little. "Hmm. I take it that she wasn't happy with the paths life took you down. She wasn't much of a mother then. Children will take their own paths, good or bad, but usually between. The role of the mother is to understand that children will become their own people, and that those people will not always be what you wanted."

Then, casually, he mentions- "I met my mother in my memories as well, though it was her. I miss her all the time, though she would hate being a passenger here."