I'm just happy I found the time to write 300 words at least. No time for apologies!
Title: Lawyers' Discretion
"Love," Didi announced dramatically. She'd just entered Romo's office without knocking, deciding to follow his lead on this usual courtesy.
She'd obviously surprised him. He flushed and fumbled around with the file on his desk. "Huh?"
"I think Roslin was in love with Adama."
He slid the file into a drawer and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. She'd hit some raw nerve of emotions? Try as she might, she couldn't imagine him grappling with love.
"I'm not sure if you've elaborated enough on this epiphany for me," he eventually prompted.
"You watched your mother slowly die from diloxin. You're traumatised. Especially given the tragedy you'd already suffered beforehand when most of your family passed away."
"Agreed."
"So, a few short years later, while still suffering a type of PTSD, you're diagnosed with the exact same disease. You would probably hesitate to seek treatment too."
"But you do." He paused. "She did. I mean, initially she did seek treatment, with Markhem. Can we stop talking in the second person?" he barked.
"That was before you met the man of your dreams," Didi went on, ignoring his grouching. "And you fall in love. Thus, you refuse to die a slow death, with no quality of life. You refuse diloxin. You decide to love; and live. As such, you decide to die."
He leaned back in his chair. "Then why the charade with the wig and the scarf?"
"Responsibility."
"What?"
"If the public know you had given up on your own life without even the slightest fight, would they follow you in a fight against a man they'd voted into office?"
"No."
"Exactly. You hide the truth from the public so that you can appear stronger than you are. Or weaker, depending on your point of view."
"So you're saying..."
"Adama killed her."