Lee was the one who found his father curled up in his bed, his fingers laced around a simple yet striking red dress that he had seen his adoptive mother wear only once, knowing the significance of the day when she had deemed to dress in it. He was surprised at his ease to remember this fact, but more so at his readiness to accept the present situation. Lee did realise however that his acceptance had happened a long while back, and deep down he had always known they were living on borrowed time. His father didn't belong now, didn't have a place in this whole new world. He had been selfish to think he had ever really settled and too wrapped up in his own life to truly see he hadn't.
Knowing that he had a limited time before the authorities arrived, he took a once-over of the room, finding the pill bottle where he thought it would be and the last few dregs of the whitish substance at the bottom of the glass on the nightstand where they hadn't quite dissolved. Carefully, so as not to disturb anything he got on his hands and knees and reached under the bed, drawing out the flight suit that hadn't gone into storage as a last favour to his father, knowing how precious his days in the cockpit had been to him. Neatly draping it over his arm to go however, several pieces of paper fluttered to the ground. Curious, Lee picked a couple up, scanning them and slightly shocked at what he read. Olympic Carrier. Leaving the sub-lights behind. Permitting Baltar to win the election. Not building the cabin with Bill. His father had been carrying her regrets for her, ever since she'd died. On impulse, he tore them to pieces, one by one, finally atoning for his mother's misdeeds, however right she had been in her decisions. But as he looked over the last one, he paused, before pocketing it, feeling the gravity and emotion in his mother's words.
Live for today, because yesterday is over and tomorrow may never come.
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