EM #40 - How would you want to die and why?

[number_eight]

How can I answer this? I've died already.

I'm a Lieutenant in the Colonial Fleet, fighting against the Cylons to survive. I guess the right answer, if you just looked at those specs, would be that I want to die in the line of duty. In battle. Something like that -- fighting the enemy, shot, my Raptor explodes, take your pick. The trouble is that I'm a Cylon. I'm one of the so-called "bad guys", so if you just looked at it that way, then the answer would be never. Never die, live forever, survive and wipe out humanity.

Boomer died twice that I know about. Shot once by Cally, and her neck was snapped by Caprica right before my own eyes after she tried to hurt my daughter. That right there is the real trouble with being a Cylon who's had too much contact with humans. It makes you more human, more fallible. That's also the reason that it's a good thing, though. Do I think Boomer deserved to die because of what she did to the Admiral? No. Do I think she deserved to die for what she did to Hera? Yes. Justice isn't a perfect system, and I'm not perfect either.



I'm human.

I asked my husband to kill me. I died in his arms. I knew I'd be fine because there was a Cylon Basestar nearby with Resurrection Tanks. But I died and was reborn in another body, all so that I could save my daughter from the Cylons. Dying in my husband's arms was probably the way I'd want to die, if I had a choice. Having him be my killer was not.

Does it matter, though? Everything I've done seems so... I don't know. Like I'm doing the wrong things for the right reasons. So I guess... I guess if I could choose, it would be as a human, without a war, in my husband's arms, of old age without a chance of downloading.

Like that'll ever happen.


Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : "Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 334

Comments

[callsign-helo.livejournal.com]

I guess if I could choose, it would be as a human, without a war, in my husband's arms, of old age without a chance of downloading. Like that'll ever happen.

You never know, baby. Much stranger things have happened to us.

And no, it wasn't something I ever want to do again, but I understood your choice and I did what we knew was right. I never held it against you.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

I know, Helo, but I still don't think I can say "I'm sorry" enough times for it. I guess I'm glad that I'll never have to worry about the shoe being on the other foot, though.

[callsign-helo.livejournal.com]

You don't have to say it anymore. And no, I suppose that's true.