I just hope that people realize, eventually, who I am. He said that to Gaius Baltar on the last night of his life, and it had felt like such a benediction to hear Gaius reply I know who you are, Felix. Yet here, he has fought tooth and nail to keep his secrets. He pries fragments of his life out for display only when he's too exhausted to keep the dividing wall between himself and his friends upright. Call it shame, or wanting to forget, or wanting -- like now -- not to be a burden, but the end result is that barely anyone here really does know him. They know pieces, at best.
He presses his fist to his mouth to stifle another sob.
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I just hope that people realize, eventually, who I am. He said that to Gaius Baltar on the last night of his life, and it had felt like such a benediction to hear Gaius reply I know who you are, Felix. Yet here, he has fought tooth and nail to keep his secrets. He pries fragments of his life out for display only when he's too exhausted to keep the dividing wall between himself and his friends upright. Call it shame, or wanting to forget, or wanting -- like now -- not to be a burden, but the end result is that barely anyone here really does know him. They know pieces, at best.
He presses his fist to his mouth to stifle another sob.
And he nods.