268 - The End
Sometimes, I wonder when the frak it's all going to stop.
Certainly not now. Earth isn't what most people thought it was going to be, Cylons still aren't really accepted in the Fleet, and for the life of me, I can't play Pyramid anymore. Me? Not play Pyramid. Hell, it feels like I've not only lost my touch, but I've also lost the desire to play it.
You know, it all happened so fast. I remember Diana coming in to talk to me, and something vague about how her hair was longer than the last time I'd seen it. She brought up that time when I thought (when we all thought) that Kara was dead. I had been lonely, desperate... I frakked Tory and that was a mistake.
I guess with everything going on, I hadn't noticed how much Diana had a crush on me until it was much later. Sure, we had some good times and she managed to make me laugh while I was mourning Kara, but I hadn't thought...
Actually, I just hadn't thought. Figures, right?
So, when she came and started dredging up the past, then stood by as I was blindfolded and beaten, I figured this was it. I was wrong, again. Death wasn't waiting for me -- just some cell where other Cylons were trapped.
Maybe I'll never find out if there's going to be an end to this, after all.
Muse: Samuel T. Anders
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 245