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Re-Entry 16: Video
((Backdated to before Racetrack's disappearance, sometime after this thread.))
[Private to Trip, CC: Dean]
[Honestly, as remarkable as what's happened is, it's almost as remarkable that Felix is the first one to notice. He just really doesn't spend that much time in his own quarters anymore. But he stops by to pick something up, and that's when he notices the changes. Specifically, this one, which is why the camera is currently on what looks like a very standard shower.]
...Trip? [If he sounds completely bewildered, it's only because he is.]
[Friends filter (if you think you're on it, etc. Including you, Morgana.)]
I, um... I graduated today. [He still doesn't really sound like he believes it.] And for those of you who know what I was thinking about why I hadn't, I think I was right, because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. But... whatever happens, I wanted to say... thank you. To all of you. You deserve to hear that.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I do know one thing I'm going to do next. [He smiles slightly.] The CES showed me Picon once, just once... I'm going to go to the pub, get a bottle of something, and go sit there until it shows up again. Feel free to join me.
[Private to Racetrack and Claire Bennet, separately]
I'd like to ask you a question.
[Public]
[And this one is from the CES, later, when he seems to have found both his bottle and his world. He's sitting on a long stretch of beach, a low grassy hill rising behind him, the wind and salt in his hair; and even though the sun brings out all his imperfections -- how pale he's become under the olive tones of his skin, the shock of gray hair at his temples, the dark rings under his eyes -- he looks younger and softer than he ever has before. He takes a drink from the bottle and rubs a hand over his mouth.]
Does anyone know... has anyone ever stayed on this ship without becoming a warden?
[Private to Trip, CC: Dean]
[Honestly, as remarkable as what's happened is, it's almost as remarkable that Felix is the first one to notice. He just really doesn't spend that much time in his own quarters anymore. But he stops by to pick something up, and that's when he notices the changes. Specifically, this one, which is why the camera is currently on what looks like a very standard shower.]
...Trip? [If he sounds completely bewildered, it's only because he is.]
[Friends filter (if you think you're on it, etc. Including you, Morgana.)]
I, um... I graduated today. [He still doesn't really sound like he believes it.] And for those of you who know what I was thinking about why I hadn't, I think I was right, because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. But... whatever happens, I wanted to say... thank you. To all of you. You deserve to hear that.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I do know one thing I'm going to do next. [He smiles slightly.] The CES showed me Picon once, just once... I'm going to go to the pub, get a bottle of something, and go sit there until it shows up again. Feel free to join me.
[Private to Racetrack and Claire Bennet, separately]
I'd like to ask you a question.
[Public]
[And this one is from the CES, later, when he seems to have found both his bottle and his world. He's sitting on a long stretch of beach, a low grassy hill rising behind him, the wind and salt in his hair; and even though the sun brings out all his imperfections -- how pale he's become under the olive tones of his skin, the shock of gray hair at his temples, the dark rings under his eyes -- he looks younger and softer than he ever has before. He takes a drink from the bottle and rubs a hand over his mouth.]
Does anyone know... has anyone ever stayed on this ship without becoming a warden?
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The whole time I lived here, I was in school, right up until the day I shipped out. The Fleet was the first job I ever had... [His smile quirks strangely again. He reaches for the bottle, takes a drink.] And the last, of course.
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Would you choose differently? [She didn't miss the wistfulness.] Would you go back, spend more time here?
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If I'd stayed, if I'd done this or that... I'm not saying there aren't things I wouldn't do differently now, but I didn't. I did exactly what I did.
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[That's one of her problems; she doesn't know the point to any of this.
Leaning forward on her knees, she stares out at the sea again.]
What would you do differently, then?
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What does it matter?
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I suppose it doesn't. Forget I asked.
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She doesn't think Felix is that person, though, so she nods slowly.] So you know what you won't do. All that's left is to decide what you will.
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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.
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Her brow creases just slightly - what's a cubit - but she can guess well enough not to bother asking.]
Do you think you'll stay here? Be a warden?
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What?
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Staying here is madness. There aren't many I'd wish this on.
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I just... need more time.
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