"I know." Crichton isn't going to try and say it's okay, because it's not. It never will be. Something like that? How could it be?

"But Parker's not the one who has to live with it now. You are. So you have to remember that you are not that thing and its choices weren't yours. You had to live with a parasite in your head but you didn't have agree with it."

There are days when Crichton tries to sit down and pull the strings to unravel where he is and where Harvey is in this addled brain of his. Their own relationship has always been adversarial and their goals fundamentally at odds. But Harvey is always there. And Crichton has found himself going to his inner demon more times than he's proud of to ask for help or advice. Because the mind of Scorpius is that of a genius. It's twisted, but still genius.

"Harvey made me kill the woman I love," he admits in a cold monotone. That's the only way he can get through saying it. "He took over me when he sensed I was trying to get rid of him. He made me collide my ship with hers over a frozen ocean and... she went under. I couldn't stop him. I just... couldn't."