I prepared myself some time ago for the inevitability of death. To have it superseded by a relegation to the inner life of another being, one of another species, is strange, to say the least.
I am left with the question of how to move forward, and I wonder how others have faced the same. The galaxy is still a vast place, and just as conflicted as it was before I left it, though some of its threats are for the moment less immediate. I have already learned the lesson of how to live on borrowed time - the question now remains what good that time might be applied to.