"Sometimes I just want it all to go the frak away. All of it, all of my responsibilities, my obligations, the life or death decisions that have become a daily occurrence, I just want it all to disappear."
The Admiral smirks at his son's plea because it sounds all too familiar to him. Bill has sat in the same leather chair Lee is currently occupying, drinking that same brandless hard alcohol that has been his companion for far too many nights, and he remembers what it's like to feel hopeless. He remembers a time, just a few months ago, when he thought it would be better if he just dissolved into the fleet and left these big decisions and responsibilities to someone who gave a frak.
But that's the catch; he did give a frak. In fact, he cared very much about the decisions that were being made at the time because every decision he made led him one step closer or further away from returning to New Caprica and retrieving Laura Roslin.
And Bill Adama is a selfish man.
Author's Note: I may use this short piece as a launchboard for a sequel to "Letters of New Caprica," but for right now it is what it is. Any thoughts?