Story time with a Cylon

[fiveofnone]

The cool winter weather has not stopped Caspar from sitting at a small café table in the Plaza, a cup of coffee in his gloved hands. He sips from it slowly, his hazel eyes staring at nothing, the line of his jaw sharp and unforgiving.

Eventually he sets down his coffee and takes a focused look around. "There's a story where I come from," he tells the Nexus. "About a scorpion and a frog. The scorpion asks the frog to carry him on his back across a river. The frog protests, saying that the scorpion will sting him, but the scorpion promises him that he will not, because if he did so, they both would drown.

The frog relents, and so they begin their journey. But halfway across the river, the scorpion stings the frog. As the frog becomes paralyzed by the poison, he croaks out, 'Why did you do that? Now we both will die.'

The scorpion replies, 'It is my nature.'"

Caspar pauses for a breath. "Do you think this is true?" His gaze shifts, the slightest bit of unease creeping into his otherwise neutral expression. "I'm asking for a friend."