I would not accuse you until I see it with my own eyes, Jonathan. Trust that I will let you bear the brunt of such an accusation only then, and it will not be without warning.
[ once, maybe. when he'd been willing to put his head on the execution block for the sake of defending him. it isn't really that he felt he lost a friend, when david rolled into shiloh with tanks. more so that he'd never actually had one. ]
You're a good Captain. I've known Kings less willing to do the same.
We do not have kings back home, only the Mother Alone.
[ More of a religious figure than any named power is what she is — was, now that Khilesa is gone. But she held all the songs, taught all the words, saw the weave behind the light in entirety.
She would never be a mother, because she was the mother of all. The Mother Alone. ]
[ When they'd spoken before, Jack had found Gliese's race's religion intriguing. Pleasant seeming, really. Something too along the lines of enchanting for his own world to know. 'Mother Alone', he's not certain if it should tie in to that, though religions tend to do that. Have something paternal or maternal. Pilot's had something similar. ]
She teaches the mothers about the light, who pass it on to the hatchlings,
and during the final harvest she leads all the songs. She is a daughter all
the same, but her duty is to be mother to all. It is an honor.
[ she'd also said 'final harvest' and 'songs', and it paints a picture he's not sure is accurate, but is a deep kind of peaceful either way. he remembers, also, that gliese's world no longer exists. according to her file, the CDC had promised her vengeance for that. he also remembers that she is, even now, very young for her speices, and was younger still then. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Are there any pictures left of your original home planet?
[ She'd told the dragon that her people do not question the laws of the world; something that was misinterpreted as willful ignorance on her people's part. But it's hardly that. The way light falls on the grass, the way the soil nurtures life, the way the cold and the wind decide the weather — they understand the rules intimately, in order to bend the light and protect their land. They understand what they can and cannot do, and they do not question the limits that the light dictates.
They don't force the world to bend to their will. It is an arrogance that they look down upon as a people.
Perhaps that's why she's not the best example of her people, in the end. ]
FROM: gliese@cdc.org
There are no pictures. We did not have the means to make them.
[ she'd told him he was a sort of grey color, something about turmoil. she recognizes people by that, she'd said, not by their faces. it's so completely foreign to him. ]
She just sees. We know she sees it, and she knows it
as well. It is difficult to explain. You have a feeling of knowing, when it
happens. She is no different from the rest of us, except she is.
I remember many things about my home. Little of what I
remember remains alive.
[ Jack's always had issue with grasping such abstract concepts, based in just feeling and knowing, and perhaps that's why he was never able to hear God like the Michelle, David, Silas and Samuels. Either way, what she explains seems pleasant. Simple, at least, to have that easy assurance. ]
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I suppose that's apt. He is a farm boy. But yes, David Shepherd.
[ That one that he punched upon first seeing on Lusania, that was fun. And satisfying. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Thank you. I'm in your debt.
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He seems polite.
Do not thank me yet, Jonathan.
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He is polite. Strong willed, kind hearted, noble. Impossibly committed to his moral integrity. Not to mentioned, favored by God.
Then a thank you just for hearing me out. You didn't have to, least of all with this.
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He sounds a bit annoying.
I do not mind listening to you. Thank you for speaking with me as well.
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He's infuriating.
I hope you know this doesn't affect my loyalty to the crew.
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Yet your friend, I assume.
I would not accuse you until I see it with my own eyes, Jonathan. Trust that I will let you bear the brunt of such an accusation only then, and it will not be without warning.
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Not particularly.
[ once, maybe. when he'd been willing to put his head on the execution block for the sake of defending him. it isn't really that he felt he lost a friend, when david rolled into shiloh with tanks. more so that he'd never actually had one. ]
You're a good Captain. I've known Kings less willing to do the same.
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We do not have kings back home, only the Mother Alone.
[ More of a religious figure than any named power is what she is — was, now that Khilesa is gone. But she held all the songs, taught all the words, saw the weave behind the light in entirety.
She would never be a mother, because she was the mother of all. The Mother Alone. ]
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FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
A ruler? A religious figure?
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FROM: gliese@cdc.org
She teaches the mothers about the light, who pass it on to the hatchlings, and during the final harvest she leads all the songs. She is a daughter all the same, but her duty is to be mother to all. It is an honor.
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How is she chosen?
[ she'd also said 'final harvest' and 'songs', and it paints a picture he's not sure is accurate, but is a deep kind of peaceful either way. he remembers, also, that gliese's world no longer exists. according to her file, the CDC had promised her vengeance for that. he also remembers that she is, even now, very young for her speices, and was younger still then. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Are there any pictures left of your original home planet?
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The light chooses. We just know.
[ She'd told the dragon that her people do not question the laws of the world; something that was misinterpreted as willful ignorance on her people's part. But it's hardly that. The way light falls on the grass, the way the soil nurtures life, the way the cold and the wind decide the weather — they understand the rules intimately, in order to bend the light and protect their land. They understand what they can and cannot do, and they do not question the limits that the light dictates.
They don't force the world to bend to their will. It is an arrogance that they look down upon as a people.
Perhaps that's why she's not the best example of her people, in the end. ]
FROM: gliese@cdc.org
There are no pictures. We did not have the means to make them.
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She's colored differently?
[ she'd told him he was a sort of grey color, something about turmoil. she recognizes people by that, she'd said, not by their faces. it's so completely foreign to him. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Do you remember much of your world?
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FROM: gliese@cdc.org
She just sees. We know she sees it, and she knows it as well. It is difficult to explain. You have a feeling of knowing, when it happens. She is no different from the rest of us, except she is.
I remember many things about my home. Little of what I remember remains alive.
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FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Does it hurt too much to think about?
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Sometimes. The heart always yearns for the home it knows, no matter who or what it has become.
It is the home I knew. I will always want to return to it.