1x08 Day Trip (Clarke)

You've missed your father every day since you landed here in Earth, and even before that. You missed him in the long hours spent in solitary confinement, hands coated in charcoal, drawing pictures of a world more beautiful and deadly than you could have imagined, a world he'll never see, because of your mother. You miss him so much, it's visceral, this hollow ache that never goes away, not really.

His watch hangs on your wrist and his ghost stands before you. He's not real, you know he can't be real, but you're grateful to see him all the same.