He keeps hold of Mulcahy's hand, unflinching, and does not look away. The world shifts -- and maybe, for a moment, the light shifts with it.
"Every person I knew back home," he says, still with that quiet, firm certainty, "had something awful happen to them. Usually something even worse than the baseline of our worlds being destroyed. If I turned away from them because of that, I wouldn't have said a word to anybody in four years."
Carefully, he draws his thumb along Mulcahy's knuckles, just once, skating over a little of the discoloration that marks the back of his hand. "I think everybody has their times where they're a lot to handle. But just saying, 'this is what I lived through,' shouldn't be one of them." A small huff. "I know I don't exactly talk about it much, either, but gods, I'd hope someone wouldn't walk away from me just because I told them about the Colonies or the Cylons."
For other reasons, sure. For Gaeta's actions, they would be within their right. But not because he was acted upon.
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"Every person I knew back home," he says, still with that quiet, firm certainty, "had something awful happen to them. Usually something even worse than the baseline of our worlds being destroyed. If I turned away from them because of that, I wouldn't have said a word to anybody in four years."
Carefully, he draws his thumb along Mulcahy's knuckles, just once, skating over a little of the discoloration that marks the back of his hand. "I think everybody has their times where they're a lot to handle. But just saying, 'this is what I lived through,' shouldn't be one of them." A small huff. "I know I don't exactly talk about it much, either, but gods, I'd hope someone wouldn't walk away from me just because I told them about the Colonies or the Cylons."
For other reasons, sure. For Gaeta's actions, they would be within their right. But not because he was acted upon.
"That's a part of my life, too. Who I am."