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number_eightI wish I could write all of this out somehow, but they don't give you much to work with when you're in hack for trying to kill the Commander of the Colonial Fleet. There are so many things I hope for, so it's impossible to choose just one. I hope I frakking make it out of here alive. I hope to the gods that Commander Adama will, too, and that maybe someday he'll forgive me.
I hope that I'll be able to completely forget that scene in my mind of me shooting him.
Why can I remember that part, and everything else these last few months has felt like a blur? There were signs, of course, of my mind trying to tell me something. Like the note on my mirror that read "CYLON"... I would swear that I was the one who had written it, almost like I was trying to warn myself, or... I don't know. Gods, I hope that my mind will somehow be whole after this is all over.
They threw Chief in here with me, and I wanted so badly to hold him, but he said he would kill me if I even tried. It's ironic, I guess, now that our relationship is public knowledge. I'm in the brig here for attempted murder; it doesn't get much worse than that. Except, the one thing, the one thing I really wanted more than anything, I can't have now. I just wanted to hold Chief... no. No, I know what I want.
I want to tell Chief Galen Tyrol that I love him. I want to say the words in front of the gods and everyone so he'll know I'm real. That my love is real, and always was, not just a game I played. How could it be when I didn't even know that I was a Cylon?
So, that's it, then. They're coming to get me in a few minutes and take me to a different cell, one that's stronger to keep me from escaping. It's probably just some more frakking tests that Baltar wants to do to me, though, before any sort of judgment is passed over me. It'll be okay, though, I think. I hope. Because I'm going to tell Chief, again, that I love him... and he'll say it back. That's what I want more than anything.
Everything will be okay.
Muse : Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 398
OOC Note : Mun comments only, please, since Boomer died shortly after this prompt answer.
I hope that I'll be able to completely forget that scene in my mind of me shooting him.
Why can I remember that part, and everything else these last few months has felt like a blur? There were signs, of course, of my mind trying to tell me something. Like the note on my mirror that read "CYLON"... I would swear that I was the one who had written it, almost like I was trying to warn myself, or... I don't know. Gods, I hope that my mind will somehow be whole after this is all over.
They threw Chief in here with me, and I wanted so badly to hold him, but he said he would kill me if I even tried. It's ironic, I guess, now that our relationship is public knowledge. I'm in the brig here for attempted murder; it doesn't get much worse than that. Except, the one thing, the one thing I really wanted more than anything, I can't have now. I just wanted to hold Chief... no. No, I know what I want.
I want to tell Chief Galen Tyrol that I love him. I want to say the words in front of the gods and everyone so he'll know I'm real. That my love is real, and always was, not just a game I played. How could it be when I didn't even know that I was a Cylon?
So, that's it, then. They're coming to get me in a few minutes and take me to a different cell, one that's stronger to keep me from escaping. It's probably just some more frakking tests that Baltar wants to do to me, though, before any sort of judgment is passed over me. It'll be okay, though, I think. I hope. Because I'm going to tell Chief, again, that I love him... and he'll say it back. That's what I want more than anything.
Everything will be okay.
Muse : Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 398
OOC Note : Mun comments only, please, since Boomer died shortly after this prompt answer.
