Caprica Six (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} numbersix) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} seasidecafe,@ 2008-11-12 22:50:00 |
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Caprica thinks about that for awhile as she's listening. Advice. That's something she's struggling with, in some ways. She speaks from her seat, taking her time sorting through it. "I think I'm having some difficulty with advice." Her gaze darts to the side and then back to the audience.
"I've given a little good advice before. There was a time when I told my lover at the time, Gaius, to get down, and he did. It saved his life from a nuclear shockwave."
Her brow furrows, considering, and then she shrugs and continues. "I don't know. As for advice I've been given—"
She tenses, gaze fixing off to her left side, expression turning more anxious.
Her posture sinks with resignation and her eyes track around to the front. "Yes." She looks back to the crowd and draws a deep breath. "I mean that yes, I've been given advice before. But I think it's a difficult thing, knowing if you should listen— to whatever it is. To a friend, or a learned person, or the voice... the voice— inside yourself. Your conscience, perhaps. But I don't know, what do you do if you don't think you can trust your conscience? I think I'd like to hear some thoughts rather than offer any advice of my own."