PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

The Cylon is dead. I put a bullet in its brain before it could kill any more people. It was trying to recreate its galaxy, one where the human population had been completely destroyed.

I did it because I had to, and yeah I did it for Sam. Cause I love him.

Cause I gotta tell you, I've been watching you people. Pandering to monsters, versions of your loved ones who have been killing and hurting and generally causing trouble. And I wonder do you think even for a second about what those loved ones would say? You ever think about the people they've killed? Just how much blood do you want on your hands?

I mean I know if I came back to find out something that looked like me had killed an entire trainful of people I'd be horrified. Yeah I know the hope is if we keep the other versions alive then somehow miraculously everything will right itself.

But how many do you plan to let die?. How many more families in this city have to mourn loved ones so we can selfishly cling to a maybe?.

Life is hard here, we know that. But are we really so arrogant as to believe our tiny vain hope is worth more than their lives.

I don't care about this war, never have. I'm Mandalorian, I'll go where the pay is better. Couldn't give a kriff about sides. Or good or bad. But I care about Sam. And I know what he'd have wanted me to do.

Think about it.

Okay so the subway thing was funny, the creepy computer people, the anti-antichrist,  hillarious. The demon before she got all evil, beautifully tragic, The cyborg whatever having to be shot in the head by his own girlfriend, Priceless.

But this latest guy, he's killing our own. Actual important players...And all kinds of unpleasently.

I pass on the messages, and though they don't say it in words, the general feeling is...

'Our bad'

They didn't mean this, they really didn't mean this.