ALDRIN: Morning, Mum.
MIDNIGHT: [Pause] Good morning, Aldrin.
ALDRIN: I got some, um, breakfast ready.
MIDNIGHT: I'm not very hungry. [Gasp] I'm not very anything right now. [Pause] Your face...
MIDNIGHT: Did... I do that?
ALDRIN: It's just a scratch, Mum. I mean, compared to you. You should really see a doctor or something. [Pause] Mum, stop it. It's nothing. Paper-cut. I'm fine.
MIDNIGHT: I'm a mess...
ALDRIN: Mum, it's fine. I could have killed you last night. It's only normal that you'd, you know, fight back.
MIDNIGHT: Aldrin, you didn't get to choose me to be your mother. Maybe you were more at liberty than Des or Clay, but you didn't get a choice all the same. But I did choose to have you as my son. I chose to have all of you as my children, and that immediately implies that I would never disadvantage any of you. I would never hurt any of you such that it would... leave a mark. If you meant to kill me last night... you should have.
ALDRIN: You... already miss him, huh?
ALDRIN: Sorry, that was a stupid question.
MIDNIGHT: I know you were never overtly fond of your father, Aldrin, but... Can I ask you something?
MIDNIGHT: Did you hate him? For any reason at all?
ALDRIN: I... didn't like it when he called me Simon, if that's what you mean.
MIDNIGHT: Your father always wanted a son. Always. When we were in Italy, we went through so many orphanages. So many. We picked up Tori and Topaz before you, but Thomas was adamant. He wanted a boy, but he was looking at specifics that I couldn't really discern. I honestly didn't know what kind of son he was looking for. But as soon as he saw you playing catch with another child - he didn't ask any questions, didn't play any games - he just pointed at you and he said, “That's him, Midnight. That's going to be my son.” I never really understood what it was he was looking for, but he was tearing up nearly half of Italy looking - for you.
MIDNIGHT: I know he picked on you a lot, Aldrin. I know. But there wasn't a boy in the world - or at least in Italy - that Thomas wanted as his son more than you.
ALDRIN: Mum, I... I don't hate Dad. At all. I mean, yeah he made fun, but I know it was a joke.
MIDNIGHT: [Sniff] Just making sure.
ALDRIN: Do you want to go inside?
MIDNIGHT: I want... I want to go to Normandy.
ALDRIN: This again? Mum, I don't want you out there alone!
MIDNIGHT: ...It's what I want.
ALDRIN: But why?
MIDNIGHT: Aldrin... In my life, I've only ever wanted one thing. The rest is just... a bunch of stuff I can live without. I never found it in my childhood, I never had it in my teenage and I lived in abject fear for nearly the first two decades of my life. All I wanted was someone I could rely on - to run to, to talk to, to ask for things, to take my side when I was right and to tell me I was wrong when I was wrong. Your father was all those things. He died believing that I had changed him, made him a better person - but he has no idea how much he changed me. The person I was before I met him... [Pause] Your Uncle Khadir is that way as well. I can rely on him for everything. And on top of that, there are all these thoughts and things happening in my head. Dark, dark things that need to be let out somewhere else... I know you have questions, but “ignorance is bliss” and “he who increaseth in knowledge, increaseth in sorrow” - and it wasn't imbeciles that coined those words.
ALDRIN: Mum... I just think it's a bad idea for you to go alone. And what about Eomer? He still needs care and attention.
MIDNIGHT: I'll take Clay with me. I'm not leaving him.
ALDRIN: Let me come with you too. Just to... drop you off.
MIDNIGHT: No, I need you to stay here. You're the Master of the House. I need you to watch over everyone, and I know that's a lot to ask, but... I need this, Aldrin.
ALDRIN: Will you... come back?
MIDNIGHT: In time.
ALDRIN: Then take Bex or Tori.
MIDNIGHT: I'll take Kenny. I promised to show her Normandy anyway.
ALDRIN: Well, she is a gladiator, so, okay then.
ALDRIN: Mum, stop it! It's nothing!
MIDNIGHT: I'm... sorry.
ALDRIN: Don't be. I'm sorry for... all of this. I should get you home. Come on.
MIDNIGHT: I'm fine. Really, I... want to sit out here for a while.
ALDRIN: Do you have any idea who could have done it?
MIDNIGHT: I'm not leaving the Manor until I have a certain clue. Though I fear I may need to speak to Mr Kenobi. And your coincidentally-appearing-out-of-nowhere cousin.
ALDRIN: Wait, you don't really think...?