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admiral_adamaWhat do you live for?
Family. Humanity.
With only about 40,000 of us left, the two aren't very far removed from each other.
I live so that my son may one day have the life he chooses instead of the one that was forced on him.
I live for the day that children born to us will know open spaces without stark metal walls and an atmosphere of fear enclosing them.
I live for those evenings when Laura and I can share a drink on my couch and know that we brought them all through safely.
I live to lead. I live to defend. I live to serve.
On the good days, that's enough. When I go to bed knowing that the number on Laura's white board didn't go down that day, when maybe it even increased with a birth or two, that knowledge alone is enough to get me out of bed the next morning.
On the bad days, I reach for whatever I can. A few minutes of peace, a clasped hand, a smile ... a stolen moment. Whatever I can find to carry me that one day further.
Because the alternative ... is unacceptable.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 190
Family. Humanity.
With only about 40,000 of us left, the two aren't very far removed from each other.
I live so that my son may one day have the life he chooses instead of the one that was forced on him.
I live for the day that children born to us will know open spaces without stark metal walls and an atmosphere of fear enclosing them.
I live for those evenings when Laura and I can share a drink on my couch and know that we brought them all through safely.
I live to lead. I live to defend. I live to serve.
On the good days, that's enough. When I go to bed knowing that the number on Laura's white board didn't go down that day, when maybe it even increased with a birth or two, that knowledge alone is enough to get me out of bed the next morning.
On the bad days, I reach for whatever I can. A few minutes of peace, a clasped hand, a smile ... a stolen moment. Whatever I can find to carry me that one day further.
Because the alternative ... is unacceptable.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 190
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Date: 2007-12-01 08:49 pm (UTC)[locked to Bill]
I need to know you're okay. That you have something to live for, just for you. I had that chance and there are things I've wished to have happened during that time, Bill. Don't do this to yourself. Don't just let the Admiral live. Let Bill live.
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