[The question cuts him to the core, even deeper than he might have expected it would. He looks up again, shocked, eyes suddenly stinging and damp again.
Would you kill him?] How can you...
[But it's a fair question, isn't it? That's the natural conclusion here: the only way to say no is to admit that things are different here, or to admit that he'd rather live in a world with resurrection than without it.
He knows what he'd choose for his own world. Dee had died in his hands, and if she had come back... he knows what she would have wanted him to do. He would have asked for the same thing. They both would have rather died than be Cylons.
But here? He wipes his eyes with an almost childish gesture, exhaling shakily.]
If I could turn it off for all of us, I would. [And then he'd be the first one to take it, not Dean.] But barring that... no. No, of course not.
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Would you kill him?] How can you...
[But it's a fair question, isn't it? That's the natural conclusion here: the only way to say no is to admit that things are different here, or to admit that he'd rather live in a world with resurrection than without it.
He knows what he'd choose for his own world. Dee had died in his hands, and if she had come back... he knows what she would have wanted him to do. He would have asked for the same thing. They both would have rather died than be Cylons.
But here? He wipes his eyes with an almost childish gesture, exhaling shakily.]
If I could turn it off for all of us, I would. [And then he'd be the first one to take it, not Dean.] But barring that... no. No, of course not.