Summary: I’m sorry the other you died, but now you have to be Chiana even if you weren’t before. No one else can be her and I need a Chiana. We all need a Chiana. You need a Chiana.
Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape. Title is by Pablo Neruda. Spoilers through S3.
A/N: I've always wondered if Chiana ever told anyone that a copy was made of her as well.