The question gave him pause. Of course he missed the Disciple. He'd buried how deeply he missed her and how much it hurt that she was gone down deeper than he'd buried most anything else, along with all the confusing feelings and unresolved problems the two of them had had. Things had never been quite the way he remembered with her -- how could they, when she remembered watching him die, remembered living in isolation without him? There had always been that gulf between them; even when they managed to reach across it and find each other again it had been there. In some sense he'd been missing her long before she was really gone.

Some of that sadness might have shown on his face. He carefully pulled it back in. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Of course I miss her. She was my everything." Psii of all people should have known that. "But she's gone now, and for her sake I hope they don't bring her back. She doesn't deserve this." And he can't let himself dwell.