Beatrice. [ he's shaking, great tremors running through his small frame. on some level he knows he's not there, not back on dagoola, but the sense memory of being naked and rundown for days is overpowering. ] Sergeant Beatrice of the Marilacan Army. She almost broke my arm when we first met. She got me my clothes back.

[ he starts to cry then, tears dripping down his cheeks, and he wants to stop, almost as badly as he'd wanted to stop back on caducus primary but couldn't, can't. ]

I didn't get to give her anything. Quinn -- Elli Quinn, she was my fault, but I at least got to give her her face back. Beatrice, I couldn't -- I couldn't give her anything back.

[ he hasn't told clark about how he and elli met, not beyond the bare details of how he'd met her along with bel -- he hasn't told clark about how she'd had her face blown off by plasma fire under the fumbling command of a seventeen-year-old posing for a man of at least thirty, how he'd used every last betan dollar he had left from that whole debacle to buy her a new one. but there was nothing left to buy for beatrice, not even a burial. ]