I've left behind this little fact
WHO: Cavil, Lassiter, and Shawn (?)
WHERE: The interrogation room at the super prison
WHEN: Midday, January 20th
WARNINGS: Not sure! Will add as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is interrogated about his crimes.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph. Feel free to do whichever!
Cavil has been in the interrogation room for two hours now. Alone.
He's used to waiting. In space, there wasn't much to do but wait, and that was all right. His own hands might have been idle, but he could sit back, smile at the stars, and know with absolute confidence that his plan was coming together. That it would come together. Gears were in motion. So to speak.
Not here. Here, he doesn't even know what's going to come next. There is no guaranteed, looming execution that will ensure either his resurrection or ultimate demise. There is nothing. And with nothing, time moves much, much slower. Waiting becomes a torture.
He drums his fingers on the metal table out in front of him, acutely aware of the handcuffs binding his wrists to its underside. He's sure that he could snap the chains apart with relative ease, but he knows that there's nowhere to go, and he doesn't want to reveal the extent of his abilities just yet.
Because one way or another, he's not going to spend the rest of his life here.
WHERE: The interrogation room at the super prison
WHEN: Midday, January 20th
WARNINGS: Not sure! Will add as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is interrogated about his crimes.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph. Feel free to do whichever!
Cavil has been in the interrogation room for two hours now. Alone.
He's used to waiting. In space, there wasn't much to do but wait, and that was all right. His own hands might have been idle, but he could sit back, smile at the stars, and know with absolute confidence that his plan was coming together. That it would come together. Gears were in motion. So to speak.
Not here. Here, he doesn't even know what's going to come next. There is no guaranteed, looming execution that will ensure either his resurrection or ultimate demise. There is nothing. And with nothing, time moves much, much slower. Waiting becomes a torture.
He drums his fingers on the metal table out in front of him, acutely aware of the handcuffs binding his wrists to its underside. He's sure that he could snap the chains apart with relative ease, but he knows that there's nowhere to go, and he doesn't want to reveal the extent of his abilities just yet.
Because one way or another, he's not going to spend the rest of his life here.