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Lee Adama still hasn't quite gotten the hang of Milliways yet. He's loosing track of days, he doesn't know how long he's really been here, they're all blurring together. This fact alone keeps him more than a little uneasy about the place. He needs to go back soon, needs to go before he forgets entirely what his purpose was out there, if any.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he's sitting, watching the destruction of the universe with a sort of morbid fascination. He's got a bottle of bright green Ambrosia and a glass, but the bottle's still mostly full, and the glass sits next to it, the liquid all but forgotten. He'd be more than happy for a little company.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he's sitting, watching the destruction of the universe with a sort of morbid fascination. He's got a bottle of bright green Ambrosia and a glass, but the bottle's still mostly full, and the glass sits next to it, the liquid all but forgotten. He'd be more than happy for a little company.