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trans_92009-07-20 11:35 pm
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Say What You Want [R for Cussing][Open]
Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays sat outside his cell, a sign that he was still not eating. The only nourishment he would take came from the silver flask of water that sat on the floor near the head of the bed that he had refilled periodically by either Dean or whoever was in the Precinct at the time.
He'd had several visitors, many of them trying to convince him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it.
He'd had several visitors, many of them trying to convince him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it.

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It was Sam's turn to shake his head. He stepped back from the bars.
"With all due respect, Captain, but that's fucked."
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He let out a sigh, "My morals - Starfleet's morals and principles - talk about preserving life where ever it's possible. I wouldn't be the captain of a starship if I didn't at least try. And with all due respect to you, Mr. Winchester, I truly think you ought to reexamine your reasoning behind all of this. You're the one who says he's operating for the good of the crew and yet you seem to believe you have the right to choose for everyone else. That Yeerk will be tried by a jury and if necessary, he will be put to death. That's the only thing I can promise you."
He turned to go, "Think about if your life is truly worth this. If you die and you do turn out to be right - hypothetically - then what good will your death have served anyone but yourself?"
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