I'm not a regrets kind of person, really. I don't really know how it happened, or why I'm like this, but I just can't bring myself around to questioning the things that I've done or that have happened to me. I carry scars, sure, and there are days that it wouldn't be so bad to have not ever come around, but every single second of every single day is a gift. If the Cylon attack on the Colonies taught us anything, it has to have taught us that.
Life is precious. Really, these days? It's about all that we can count on having, and the one thing that's most worth fighting for and protecting. It's so fragile and so breakable, like the little crystal figures my mother used to collect, and just as beautiful and valuable. Life can be taken away so easily and so quickly that the only thing there is to do is hang onto it, tooth and nail, clawing to keep it.
When I stayed behind on Caprica, I was sure that I'd be dead in a few days. Between my own luck and the Cylons' plan and Sharon, I made it off the planet. I got a second chance at life, and that's exactly what the whole human race has gotten. Yes, the Cylons destroyed so many of us, but we few who survived? Our lives, no matter how hard or how dark, are a gift from... well, the Gods, the Lords of Kobol, God, whoever or whatever you want to call it.
Maybe that's why I don't do a lot of looking back. As tough as it gets, I'd still rather have this life than have none at all.Capt. Karl "Helo" Agathon
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