[He's about to throw in an easy quip about how the Admiral doing a terrible job is par for the course, but then, wait a frakking minute.] What-- mention? What do you mean, mention? He spoke to you?
[That casual revelation doesn't seem to inspire the shock or horror in him that it probably should. He still just looks angry.]
After I was sentenced. I served just the same as you did. [Which hadn't stopped the Admiral from taking him, and now he does look confused, but not about the death part. He presses his hand to his forehead.] So what-- why--
[ She's starting to realize he's not a warden. And isn't that frakking weird? It doesn't make much sense, not the Felix she knew. ] I died for the fleet. You died for -
[It's more of a slap in the face than she could even know. Than, irony of ironies, maybe anyone but Gaius -- not the Barge one but the one who knows him -- would know. He stiffens as though she actually did try to hit him, but luckily it's too easy to be angry and disgusted and that means he doesn't have to be hurt.]
And I suppose you stepped neatly in and took the bridge while we were all distracted. Or did you serve out your time and join back up with the Alliance?
But only as long as they were the right model, I take it. Isn't that the new order of the day? The Twos, the Three, the Sixes, the Eights... [Seriously, frak the Eights.] Not them.
[Seelix. Narcho. Gods. He looks a little sick, but the sarcasm shields are still high.]
I don't know, Racetrack-- it's just with four of seven models pretending to be on our side, and four of the Final Five alive in our fleet, it seems like there must have been more to make friends with than to fight. Don't tell me Adama-- [And he very consciously leaves off the title, here.] --let you go around killing off Sixes.
Fighting to kill Cylons! To make sure that humans never have to deal with that kind of war ever again. To destroy their colony because they destroyed ours.
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[ she was also dead at the time, thanks for asking. ]
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You know, after you died?
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After I was sentenced. I served just the same as you did. [Which hadn't stopped the Admiral from taking him, and now he does look confused, but not about the death part. He presses his hand to his forehead.] So what-- why--
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I don't know. Frakking losing.
[ She was not prepared to deal with this. ]
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And I suppose you stepped neatly in and took the bridge while we were all distracted. Or did you serve out your time and join back up with the Alliance?
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Because that's what Seelix and Narcho did. For you.
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And why is it so weird that I'm a warden, anyway?
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Incidentally-- and now he switches briefly to private--] How's Louis?
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[Threadjack] please it's Dean - apologize to Felix
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I tried really hard not to thread jack but uh.
you did not you liar
I REALLY DID maybe a bit
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I don't know, Racetrack-- it's just with four of seven models pretending to be on our side, and four of the Final Five alive in our fleet, it seems like there must have been more to make friends with than to fight. Don't tell me Adama-- [And he very consciously leaves off the title, here.] --let you go around killing off Sixes.
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