Gaeta nods. Just like when he told John, he takes a moment to steel himself, settle into the decision.
It's easier the second time around.
"I arrived here because I was executed," he says, "for leading a mutiny against my commanding officer. He'd allied with the same machines that slaughtered almost all of humanity four years ago, was planning to graft their technology onto our ships -- " Gaeta exhales a short, sharp breath. "I couldn't let that happen. I swore my oath to the Fleet that I wouldn't. It wasn't a battle I expected to fight, but it's one I had to... like you said. Create the chance to fight."
His mouth twists, wry. "Obviously I didn't succeed, or I wouldn't be here. And I know most people don't consider it a battle; they just called it treason. But I don't regret fighting it, and I don't consider it any less a part of my war."
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It's easier the second time around.
"I arrived here because I was executed," he says, "for leading a mutiny against my commanding officer. He'd allied with the same machines that slaughtered almost all of humanity four years ago, was planning to graft their technology onto our ships -- " Gaeta exhales a short, sharp breath. "I couldn't let that happen. I swore my oath to the Fleet that I wouldn't. It wasn't a battle I expected to fight, but it's one I had to... like you said. Create the chance to fight."
His mouth twists, wry. "Obviously I didn't succeed, or I wouldn't be here. And I know most people don't consider it a battle; they just called it treason. But I don't regret fighting it, and I don't consider it any less a part of my war."