Prompt #48
Disappointment
Myself.
I was a runner for seven years. For some, it's inconceivably long. They find it hard to believe I survived, out there, on my own, being hunted down like a dog. They look at me, amazed I could stick it to the Wraith all that time. Yet, over three years later, three years where I tasted freedom like I never could in the previous seven, the Wraith turned me. They turned me. Like Tyre, Ara and Rakai, they made me their slave.
I... Hell, I thought I was better than that. I thought... I believed Ara, Rakai and Tyre weak when I found out what they had become. Wraith worshippers. I thought, 'never'. I'm better than them. I'd rather die than surrender - and that's what they should have done too, as Satedans. I couldn't wrap my head around it. They were weak.
Now that I've come down from my high, that damn enzyme rotting me from the inside out, I can't look at myself in the mirror. I can't even look at Sheppard. It's been a day, maybe two since the shivers have gone. What did Keller say? That I've apparently gone through the worst of it. I can't remember much but I remember enough.
And now, now that I've walked in their boots... shit.
And I've lost all three, my friends, my brothers. I spat on their memory but, 't turns out I wasn't any better than them.
Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA