Getting lectured by a serial killer is low on Caspar's list of priorities, but Jeff has a point. Better to break the curse now and save the snappy comebacks for later. Using all his Cylon strength, he slams the hilt of the sword onto the ground.
The gems shatter as if they were made of glass. Though the air remains still, all the fire is simultaneously snuffed out. From outside, the sounds of violence fade into murmurs of confusion. There are calls of distress here and there, but they are quickly met with offers of help. Perhaps some of the damage cannot be undone, but at least for now, things are peaceful.
Caspar looks around in the mild surprise. "Huh. That actually worked." He tosses aside the broken sword, just in time for Adia to throw her arms around him in an relieved embrace. He hugs her back as tightly as he dares, a hand curled up in her disheveled locks, grateful that she's safe and unharmed.
And then, naturally, Jeff has to start talking again and ruin the moment. “You cannot be serious. After all the bullshit you’ve put her through —“
“No… Caspar, it’s okay.” Adia keeps her arms around him while looking at Jeff sadly. It’s not the love that he had desperately wanted from her, but her compassion might be a decent consolation prize. He’s not a good person, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he tried to be one. For her, he tried.
The least she can do is not let him die alone.
Caspar looks at her, incredulous at first, then with a reluctant nod. Jeff did save his life, and Caspar has seen enough death to know that the other man doesn’t have much time. “I’m coming with you,” he says, even as he lets go of her.
“Of course you are,” Adia replies. She walks up to Jeff, but doesn’t take his hand. “I’d like my PINpoint back first, please. And you need to tell me what’s going on.”
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The gems shatter as if they were made of glass. Though the air remains still, all the fire is simultaneously snuffed out. From outside, the sounds of violence fade into murmurs of confusion. There are calls of distress here and there, but they are quickly met with offers of help. Perhaps some of the damage cannot be undone, but at least for now, things are peaceful.
Caspar looks around in the mild surprise. "Huh. That actually worked." He tosses aside the broken sword, just in time for Adia to throw her arms around him in an relieved embrace. He hugs her back as tightly as he dares, a hand curled up in her disheveled locks, grateful that she's safe and unharmed.
And then, naturally, Jeff has to start talking again and ruin the moment. “You cannot be serious. After all the bullshit you’ve put her through —“
“No… Caspar, it’s okay.” Adia keeps her arms around him while looking at Jeff sadly. It’s not the love that he had desperately wanted from her, but her compassion might be a decent consolation prize. He’s not a good person, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he tried to be one. For her, he tried.
The least she can do is not let him die alone.
Caspar looks at her, incredulous at first, then with a reluctant nod. Jeff did save his life, and Caspar has seen enough death to know that the other man doesn’t have much time. “I’m coming with you,” he says, even as he lets go of her.
“Of course you are,” Adia replies. She walks up to Jeff, but doesn’t take his hand. “I’d like my PINpoint back first, please. And you need to tell me what’s going on.”