Just all the recent
twelvecolonies stuff I can admit to doing. Nooooot the most graphically gifted person, but some of this stuff I actually like! And some of it I can only look at and think "Hey, I broke out of my comfort zone, damn it!"
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No mirror betrays a difference - same eyes, same mouth, same hair - but Tory doesn't feel the same. She doesn't know if it's the adrenaline rush of living with the biggest secret she's ever had or if that song changed something inside her.
The Colonel stubbornly refuses to think twice about being a Cylon. Sam resists, his tactile way of grieving now the furthest thing from his mind. Galen alone still casually talks to her in public, but even he keeps the truth at arms' length.
What's the back-up plan for finding out you're a Cylon? She intends to find out.
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