[By now, James is just numb. Numb and tired and sick of dealing with this, with Libby leaving, with the ship in general... but this response has him steeling himself, taking a few moments to respond because he has to follow the directions on Libby's computer, has to transfer a file and send it.
He never was good with computers... but Libby knew that well enough to make the instructions something he could understand.]
i'm sending you something. she wanted you to see it.
[The first file is simple, a video message of Libby, sitting and making a self eulogy, leaving messages for the people she might - and had - end up leaving behind:
Hey, Miles. I know you don't do the whole emotional thing. That's chill with me, it's one of the things I like about you. So--I'm missing and or dead, whatev, these things happen--
No. [Libby stops herself, squeezing her eyes shut.] No. I'm sorry. Just--listen. I'm sorry. Whatever happened to me I swear I fucking tried. I didn't leave you on purpose. I'd never--you know I'd never. And if I can make it back to you, I swear, I'm going to come back. Until then, just...hold on. 'Cause I believe in you. And if that doesn't mean something, then I don't know what to say, because I don't trust people. But you earned it. And I want my fucking twenty-first birthday party, so you better expect me back. And while I'm gone, could you look after this stupid redhead for me? I'll make it up to you, I swear.
Love you.
But as that message finishes, it triggers a transfer of another, one James isn't actually aware of.]
[text]
He never was good with computers... but Libby knew that well enough to make the instructions something he could understand.]
i'm sending you something. she wanted you to see it.
[The first file is simple, a video message of Libby, sitting and making a self eulogy, leaving messages for the people she might - and had - end up leaving behind:
Hey, Miles. I know you don't do the whole emotional thing. That's chill with me, it's one of the things I like about you. So--I'm missing and or dead, whatev, these things happen--
No. [Libby stops herself, squeezing her eyes shut.] No. I'm sorry. Just--listen. I'm sorry. Whatever happened to me I swear I fucking tried. I didn't leave you on purpose. I'd never--you know I'd never. And if I can make it back to you, I swear, I'm going to come back. Until then, just...hold on. 'Cause I believe in you. And if that doesn't mean something, then I don't know what to say, because I don't trust people. But you earned it. And I want my fucking twenty-first birthday party, so you better expect me back. And while I'm gone, could you look after this stupid redhead for me? I'll make it up to you, I swear.
Love you.
But as that message finishes, it triggers a transfer of another, one James isn't actually aware of.]