None, I'm afraid. But my duplicity was never aimed solely against you. I'd like to think it's helped you, a number of times.


I've won, John. From your own words, I have the wormhole technology in my grasp. All that remains now is to find a way off this Barge and back to the realm of the living.

To do this, I must graduate, and my warden has the idea that I must attempt to make amends to do it.

[Can you tell how ridiculous Scorpius finds this idea, Crichton?]

I promised to try his ideas, if he allowed me to try my own.