[The funny part is, if she'd asked that, he would have. He'll never take back the mutiny, not even if he changed everything else. He'll never change his mind about that, that it was the right thing to do. Just... different. Just better.
He knows the answer, in fact, that he didn't want to give her; he knows exactly what he would have done. It's... an unsavory answer, not one he likes, but one he knows would have worked: he would have had to forgive Lee Adama.
But hey, if there's one good thing about dying, it means that he never has to actually deal with that outcome. Now, he shrugs, relaxes a little, leaning back on his hands again.]
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He knows the answer, in fact, that he didn't want to give her; he knows exactly what he would have done. It's... an unsavory answer, not one he likes, but one he knows would have worked: he would have had to forgive Lee Adama.
But hey, if there's one good thing about dying, it means that he never has to actually deal with that outcome. Now, he shrugs, relaxes a little, leaning back on his hands again.]
The million-cubit question.