[I really am proud of you. My family. His words are like a key clicking in a lock, all of Elsa's thoughts falling into place with clarity. She knows now why Ford's words affect her so much. She thinks back, during her long, long years of isolation...

She thinks about her father, all stern and clipped tones, feeling so distant even as he stood in front of her demanding she needs to figure this out. Her father who had wanted to help her, but placed everything on her shoulders, instead of sharing the burden of trying to figure out how her mysterious abilities worked.


But then... but then there's Ford, who had become a rock to her, who believed in her and praised her and never asked more of her that she could handle. Ford, who could be as awkward as her sometimes, but who was still a kind and loving man that she was lucky to have known.

It's... the realization settling over her is jarring, and she'd normally agonize over voicing it, but if this is the last time she's going to see him until she dies... she has to push past her own worries and guilt.]

It's.... It's because of you. Because of how much you helped me. [They're not hugging anymore, so Elsa moves to press her hands together, fingers twisting in a clear show of nerves. Say it now, before you lose the chance...!]

You... you're the kind of father I've always wanted.

[Please forgive me, papa... ]