She keeps staring at Lee - at the Lee that she shot in the head, at the trickle of blood that has run from the entry wound in his forehead. It's like she's frozen in place, unable to pull her eyes away. She doesn't hear Molly ask for the gun. It's masked by the deafening whine in her ears, and her mind's stuck like a rabbit in a trap.
She'd shot him. She'd shot Lee Adama in the head, right over his eye, and he's definitely, completely dead.
She'd killed Zak and Lee both. Kara's breath catches in a sort of soundless laugh, a huff of hysteria that is abruptly gone and replaced with blurry vision from sudden unshed tears. A wave of absolute helplessness rolls over her that she hasn't felt since she'd still lived at home. She takes half a step towards the body, when--
Church?
It's Lee, it's his voice. How can it be his voice? Kara looks up in complete confusion, and it takes her a second to even realise where it's coming from.
"What?" One word, barely voiced. Her eyes flick to Molly like she's surprised that it's not just Kara and dead-Lee, before she looks at her hands like she's trying to figure out where her gun went. Lee's lying there on the sidewalk in a widening pool of blood, but he's right there, too, and her brain won't even connect the Cylon part of it anymore. Just that Lee - the Lee she knew - was dead but he's right here and looks all wrong.
We can't leave him is what her brain provides, but that's a lie. They can leave him. Honestly they should leave him, because she knows it. Save your own skin. Carrying a body around just slows you down, makes it more likely that you'll be killed.
A distinctly unhuman howl echoes through the streets, getting noticeably closer. That's what finally cuts through her circular, endless thoughts that ranged from what Lee's father would think, about what Chief would say, about how her mother somehow had been right. Blinking, Kara yanks the gun from the back of her pants, and that's it. She's shoved aside what happened, and instead she starts backing up with her eyes locked with where that thing seemed to be heading. "We've got to move." It's not about Lee. It's not. It can't be, or else whatever that is is going to catch up with them. "Probably heard the gunshot." She pauses, because she has to do one thing. She has to.
She does one thing, and that's move two steps forward bending down, yanking the dogtags off of Lee's neck. The corpse falls back to the sidewalk with a wet sound, and her boots are stained with blood. Standing, she looks between the other Lee and Molly. "Church. You said church, let's move it."
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She keeps staring at Lee - at the Lee that she shot in the head, at the trickle of blood that has run from the entry wound in his forehead. It's like she's frozen in place, unable to pull her eyes away. She doesn't hear Molly ask for the gun. It's masked by the deafening whine in her ears, and her mind's stuck like a rabbit in a trap.
She'd shot him. She'd shot Lee Adama in the head, right over his eye, and he's definitely, completely dead.
She'd killed Zak and Lee both. Kara's breath catches in a sort of soundless laugh, a huff of hysteria that is abruptly gone and replaced with blurry vision from sudden unshed tears. A wave of absolute helplessness rolls over her that she hasn't felt since she'd still lived at home. She takes half a step towards the body, when--
Church?
It's Lee, it's his voice. How can it be his voice? Kara looks up in complete confusion, and it takes her a second to even realise where it's coming from.
"What?" One word, barely voiced. Her eyes flick to Molly like she's surprised that it's not just Kara and dead-Lee, before she looks at her hands like she's trying to figure out where her gun went. Lee's lying there on the sidewalk in a widening pool of blood, but he's right there, too, and her brain won't even connect the Cylon part of it anymore. Just that Lee - the Lee she knew - was dead but he's right here and looks all wrong.
We can't leave him is what her brain provides, but that's a lie. They can leave him. Honestly they should leave him, because she knows it. Save your own skin. Carrying a body around just slows you down, makes it more likely that you'll be killed.
A distinctly unhuman howl echoes through the streets, getting noticeably closer. That's what finally cuts through her circular, endless thoughts that ranged from what Lee's father would think, about what Chief would say, about how her mother somehow had been right. Blinking, Kara yanks the gun from the back of her pants, and that's it. She's shoved aside what happened, and instead she starts backing up with her eyes locked with where that thing seemed to be heading. "We've got to move." It's not about Lee. It's not. It can't be, or else whatever that is is going to catch up with them. "Probably heard the gunshot." She pauses, because she has to do one thing. She has to.
She does one thing, and that's move two steps forward bending down, yanking the dogtags off of Lee's neck. The corpse falls back to the sidewalk with a wet sound, and her boots are stained with blood. Standing, she looks between the other Lee and Molly. "Church. You said church, let's move it."