Something of a near-manic choked laugh escaped his lips at that word -- troubling. Such an understated description. As they walked along, beyond clumps of new and old arrivals, he shook his head slowly.
"Troubling, yes. In that a race of beings that we humans created and then set free came back and wiped out almost of all us. 12 planets worth - probably over fifty billion people. There were less than fifty thousand of us who escaped originally, and the numbers only dwindled from there on. I've spent the last couple years of my life amid the tatters of society, while we've alternatively been running from or fighting off the Cylons. And just when we thought we'd found a place where we could stop running, they found us again. Took over completely." It was so much easier to explain that way, so much more impersonal, as if he were just another victim of all of those grand circumstances. Instead of what he really was - a key player of both cause and effect in almost all of those events.
"And you? What was your, ah, world like?" he asked, glibly.
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"Troubling, yes. In that a race of beings that we humans created and then set free came back and wiped out almost of all us. 12 planets worth - probably over fifty billion people. There were less than fifty thousand of us who escaped originally, and the numbers only dwindled from there on. I've spent the last couple years of my life amid the tatters of society, while we've alternatively been running from or fighting off the Cylons. And just when we thought we'd found a place where we could stop running, they found us again. Took over completely." It was so much easier to explain that way, so much more impersonal, as if he were just another victim of all of those grand circumstances. Instead of what he really was - a key player of both cause and effect in almost all of those events.
"And you? What was your, ah, world like?" he asked, glibly.