That hesitation ... Gaius's response. Suddenly Picard felt himself going back into his own mind, to a part he rarely acknowledged, a voice he hid away and never listened to but in the direst of circumstances. A voice that had unwillingly led him to victory years ago.
Resistance is futile.
The realization struck him hard, almost left Picard breathless. He knew this man. They had never met, true, and they were most certainly not from the same worlds, but Picard nonetheless knew him. Knew him for what he was: a man with a secret, one that haunted him and possibly endangered his crew. His own hand reached out almost mechanically toward Baltar's, clenching it in a strong grip that was just beginning to become painful before he pulled away.
"Would you meet me here, after this meeting?" he asked, his expression calming as he mentally stepped away from the voice of the Queen, of Locutus, that would never truly leave him.
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That hesitation ... Gaius's response. Suddenly Picard felt himself going back into his own mind, to a part he rarely acknowledged, a voice he hid away and never listened to but in the direst of circumstances. A voice that had unwillingly led him to victory years ago.
Resistance is futile.
The realization struck him hard, almost left Picard breathless. He knew this man. They had never met, true, and they were most certainly not from the same worlds, but Picard nonetheless knew him. Knew him for what he was: a man with a secret, one that haunted him and possibly endangered his crew. His own hand reached out almost mechanically toward Baltar's, clenching it in a strong grip that was just beginning to become painful before he pulled away.
"Would you meet me here, after this meeting?" he asked, his expression calming as he mentally stepped away from the voice of the Queen, of Locutus, that would never truly leave him.