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He'd been on the beach since around sunset and he couldn't seem to convince to get up and go back to the caves now that it was getting dark out. Really there was nothing wrong so much as there was a lot for Leoben to think about. It was hard enough accepting his capacity for change and goodness without also accepting that without being on the island as well as the unique elements provided by both the setting itself and the people in it, Leoben would never have been the kind of machine or man that anyone would have wanted to come home to.
The Cylon knew that this copy of himself that had some alternate version of Kara was actually him. It wasn't some other model. He had died back home and come back. He'd already hated thinking of what could have happened to Hera back home. But the thought of him doing things back home. Doing the right and Cylon thing back home which would have been using and enslaving humans. Starbuck in particular...
It was hard hating yourself but not the self you were with so much as the self you could be if the shape of things was to change or rather was the way it was meant to be. And wasn't that just a kick in the head. Things were supposed to be the way they were back home. But this felt right. This felt better.
He knew he would be fine and Starbuck would be fine. He did. But he couldn't help thinking that what the stupid frakface human had said meant something even for them here in this place. He just didn't know what sort of message it was. Certainly not one of hope. Maybe a warning?
Only one thing was absolutely clear the moment. No, two things. He wasn't letting what he had with Starbuck get frakked up. And Leoben was beating the shit out of that Dwight guy the next time he saw him. Or at least scaring him badly.
The Cylon knew that this copy of himself that had some alternate version of Kara was actually him. It wasn't some other model. He had died back home and come back. He'd already hated thinking of what could have happened to Hera back home. But the thought of him doing things back home. Doing the right and Cylon thing back home which would have been using and enslaving humans. Starbuck in particular...
It was hard hating yourself but not the self you were with so much as the self you could be if the shape of things was to change or rather was the way it was meant to be. And wasn't that just a kick in the head. Things were supposed to be the way they were back home. But this felt right. This felt better.
He knew he would be fine and Starbuck would be fine. He did. But he couldn't help thinking that what the stupid frakface human had said meant something even for them here in this place. He just didn't know what sort of message it was. Certainly not one of hope. Maybe a warning?
Only one thing was absolutely clear the moment. No, two things. He wasn't letting what he had with Starbuck get frakked up. And Leoben was beating the shit out of that Dwight guy the next time he saw him. Or at least scaring him badly.