an: strictly speaking this isn't a shep/weir one, but i started writing it as if it was elizabeth thinking about moving on after john's death. warning: unspecified character deaths.
They say we are the lucky ones.
That it is a miracle we survived, and should be thanking every deity we did.
We nearly lost our home, almost wiped from the face of the planet and hundreds of natives may have been killed.
But how can we be thankful when we lost so much?
We all lost at least one person dear to us.
It's as if a piece of each of every survivor was killed in that final battle.
They say we are the lucky ones, but we are the ones who will have to go on. Without them.