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number_eightI want to forget all of this and go back to Galactica. I want to forget what they say that I am and just live my life as a Raptor jock. It's not much, but it's what I want.
I don't want to be a Cylon.
I'm not a Cylon, I'm not a Cylon…
Gods, is he okay? Did I really kill Commander Adama? Please, just… give me my life back. That's all I really want. I want my life back.
I wish I had been able to help spread the ashes of my daughter along with Chief and Helo, but instead I'm locked up in a special cell designed to keep a Cylon in here. It's stronger than if they'd throw you in hack, you see, so while my dead daughter is getting her burial, her mother is trapped with the memories of her. Not very many, of course, but it doesn't take very many now, does it? Frak it, that's not what I want. I want my daughter alive. Even if it meant I was trapped here forever, just knowing she was alive would be fine. I want my life and love back.
President Roslin lied to me, to Helo, to Admiral Adama… hell, even Doc Cottle lied to us. Hera was alive the whole time, living on New Caprica, while I was mourning her death. Now she's in the hands of the Cylons. What can I do? I know what I have to do. I have to die. I wish I could kill myself, but it goes against my programming, so Karl… my poor husband is going to have to do it. I love you, Helo. I love you more than you know, but you love our daughter just as much as I do and we both know this is the only plan. I have to die to be reborn in the resurrection tank. I have to die in order to have our love's lifeblood back.
Kara's dead. I want my best friend back, I want…
I want a normal life, with all of the people that I care about still around.
Muse : Sharon (Boomer & Athena versions, throughout the series)
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 356
I don't want to be a Cylon.
I'm not a Cylon, I'm not a Cylon…
Gods, is he okay? Did I really kill Commander Adama? Please, just… give me my life back. That's all I really want. I want my life back.
I wish I had been able to help spread the ashes of my daughter along with Chief and Helo, but instead I'm locked up in a special cell designed to keep a Cylon in here. It's stronger than if they'd throw you in hack, you see, so while my dead daughter is getting her burial, her mother is trapped with the memories of her. Not very many, of course, but it doesn't take very many now, does it? Frak it, that's not what I want. I want my daughter alive. Even if it meant I was trapped here forever, just knowing she was alive would be fine. I want my life and love back.
President Roslin lied to me, to Helo, to Admiral Adama… hell, even Doc Cottle lied to us. Hera was alive the whole time, living on New Caprica, while I was mourning her death. Now she's in the hands of the Cylons. What can I do? I know what I have to do. I have to die. I wish I could kill myself, but it goes against my programming, so Karl… my poor husband is going to have to do it. I love you, Helo. I love you more than you know, but you love our daughter just as much as I do and we both know this is the only plan. I have to die to be reborn in the resurrection tank. I have to die in order to have our love's lifeblood back.
Kara's dead. I want my best friend back, I want…
I want a normal life, with all of the people that I care about still around.
Muse : Sharon (Boomer & Athena versions, throughout the series)
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 356
