This, she distantly realises, is what it feels like to have your entire world fall apart. She wonders if it's what Chief felt when he found out that Sharon was a toaster, that weird gut-wrenching sensation of your throat sliding one way and your stomach the other.
It doesn't make sense. Unless they grow up like children, it makes no sense with Zak and his dad, and when she exhales it's with a shaking, pathetic sound that she can't control. Either they're all Cylons, or none of them are, and Kara doesn't even know what's true anymore since there's a frakking skinjob on the ground with a bullet in him.
Everything's wrong. Everything in this place is wrong, and Lee's a toaster and he shot himself, and when he yells at her to stand down, when he uses her callsign, she barks out a laugh that he knows. It's one that he's heard from her when she doesn't think there's a way out, when they're all frakking dead anyway. "You're a frakking cylon, Lee. You think I'm going to take orders from you?" Her voice is harsh as she moves to the left of Molly, her steps taken with her knees bent so she doesn't lose the shot. "Get out of the frakking way, Molly. He's a cylon, he's not going to frakking play house, they kill people. They kill everyone." Except the ones they keep, and somehow it's so much worse.
It's the snap of a twig to her left that ends up saving Lee's life. There's another one, another copy and that one's got a gun, too. It's not pointed at her, it's pointed at Molly, and she moves without thinking.
The crack of the gun is deafening. Lee - the other one, the one that's got shorter hair and he's in his flight suit - drops like a stone, the back of his head blown out, a neat bullet hole in the temple over his left eye, the gun skittering on the ground.
She makes a sound like a wounded animal, and she stares down at the corpse. There's a ringing in her ears that's a high-pitched whine and it's like time slows down. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knows that there's another one, that Molly's not safe, that Lee's a cylon and Sharon's a cylon and everyone else is a frakking cylon except apparently her and Chief and Molly, but all she can do is stare at Lee, at her Lee, the one who looks like who she left behind.
Laying in the middle of the street, his brain splattered on the sidewalk. She hasn't made a sound since that initial, horrible animal-esque sound, and she's started to shake badly even though she feels like she can barely breathe, staring at the widening pool of blood on the ground. She's killed them both, and absurdly she wonders what their dad would say before Adama killed her himself.
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This, she distantly realises, is what it feels like to have your entire world fall apart. She wonders if it's what Chief felt when he found out that Sharon was a toaster, that weird gut-wrenching sensation of your throat sliding one way and your stomach the other.
It doesn't make sense. Unless they grow up like children, it makes no sense with Zak and his dad, and when she exhales it's with a shaking, pathetic sound that she can't control. Either they're all Cylons, or none of them are, and Kara doesn't even know what's true anymore since there's a frakking skinjob on the ground with a bullet in him.
Everything's wrong. Everything in this place is wrong, and Lee's a toaster and he shot himself, and when he yells at her to stand down, when he uses her callsign, she barks out a laugh that he knows. It's one that he's heard from her when she doesn't think there's a way out, when they're all frakking dead anyway. "You're a frakking cylon, Lee. You think I'm going to take orders from you?" Her voice is harsh as she moves to the left of Molly, her steps taken with her knees bent so she doesn't lose the shot. "Get out of the frakking way, Molly. He's a cylon, he's not going to frakking play house, they kill people. They kill everyone." Except the ones they keep, and somehow it's so much worse.
It's the snap of a twig to her left that ends up saving Lee's life. There's another one, another copy and that one's got a gun, too. It's not pointed at her, it's pointed at Molly, and she moves without thinking.
The crack of the gun is deafening. Lee - the other one, the one that's got shorter hair and he's in his flight suit - drops like a stone, the back of his head blown out, a neat bullet hole in the temple over his left eye, the gun skittering on the ground.
She makes a sound like a wounded animal, and she stares down at the corpse. There's a ringing in her ears that's a high-pitched whine and it's like time slows down. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knows that there's another one, that Molly's not safe, that Lee's a cylon and Sharon's a cylon and everyone else is a frakking cylon except apparently her and Chief and Molly, but all she can do is stare at Lee, at her Lee, the one who looks like who she left behind.
Laying in the middle of the street, his brain splattered on the sidewalk. She hasn't made a sound since that initial, horrible animal-esque sound, and she's started to shake badly even though she feels like she can barely breathe, staring at the widening pool of blood on the ground. She's killed them both, and absurdly she wonders what their dad would say before Adama killed her himself.