capeandcowl | first. voice.

[The recording opens with the low murmur of voice over voice, conservation over conservation. Indoors. Glasses clink together. It's the hum of a crowd: a party. Sloppy stringed instruments slur Christmas carols.]

Happy holidays. [Pause.] Why, thank you. Happy holidays to you, too. God bless you.

[The voice might be familiar to some, a rumbling old man's filled with false cheer.]

Mm. This really is a good time to be back, isn't it? Nothing like spending the holidays with old friends. And I do mean old.

[Many of the other voices carry the crackle of old age. When the music fades (instruments all ending at separate times, several out of tune, one sniffling nose), a little boy's voice pops up: 'Next, we're playing Jingle Bells--' Cavil has crashed a retirement home party. With small children. When the music starts, there's an audible cringe in his voice.]

Yes. Truly the epitome of culture. [Pause.] In any case. Some people claim that everything happens for a reason. This notion, and those people, are idiotic. You see, I believe that everything happens because either someone lets it happen or someone makes it happen. And that someone isn't hanging around in the sky. Maybe some of you understand. The smart ones, anyway. Wherever you are. [Pause.]

Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I've made up my own reason for coming back. Do you want to guess what it is? Here, we can have a guessing game. Maybe a round of charades. Or how about I mix up the responses in a bingo board and we can take it nice and slow, piece by piece. What about a hangman's noose?

[Someone screams. THUMP. The music cuts out. Panic cuts in. 'Somebody get the nurse!' 'Oh God!' 'Marie? Marie??' Cavil's voice is smooth and calm.]

Granted, there are some disadvantages to surrounding myself with my geriatric peers. After all. Human biology only lasts so long before it falls apart.

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How fitting, Brother Cavil shows up to a party and someone drops dead. [her voice is dry and a little tired] I should have known you'd turn up first.

Dearest sister. What a pleasant surprise.

Isn't it? The Porter must have a sense of humor. [her voice falls flat] Keeping yourself entertained?

Something like that. I'm sure you're right at home. You must be such a big fan of all this gooey, monotheistic love bullcrap.

[Pause, realizing.]

You don't sound so good.

It's different, their God, but I find it fascinating in a way you wouldn't comprehend.

[a long pause, almost too long]

Your concern is touching, Brother. [Once again, her tone is dry, and she shifts to reach for the cup of tea she's been nursing.] I'm fine. [A lie to the anti-Priest is as amusing as a confession.]

Pining over your human?

No. [which is, despite the fact that she does think of him daily, a truth]

Then what? You can't lie to me, Caprica. Or are you really that unhappy to see me? Your own family.

I'm not precisely unhappy to see you. [her spoon brushes the side of her mug and she's stirring absently, around and around] Family is, after all, difficult to find.

I arrived in this place after we found Earth. The green fields, fresh air. Gaius and I, we were going to start a farm of all things. I took a step and I was here. A day or two passed, I walked, got to know the City.

[the stirring is slow, round and round and round and her voice dips a little lower]

And then I was murdered.

Slowly. Very slowly.

[He misunderstands her. This is Earth. This is green fields (sometimes), fresh air (relatively). He pauses.]

I'm sorry to hear it. [Normally, he'd take a dig, but he remembers his own murders. Swords. Knives. Saitou's smirk. Metallic angels.] These humans can be dangerous.

They can be. I have met relatively nice humans, here. A boy, a woman. People here and there. [she's still stirring, the metallic scrape of spoon against ceramic as comforting as the absent action] I haven't slept since my resurrection, not really.

I will, at some point, have to go out to buy food, I suppose.

[absently]

At some point.

None of them are nice, Caprica. They're not on your side.

There aren't any sides. Not anymore. [there another long pause, and the stirring hasn't stopped] They have free will, Cavil, and so do we. The sides don't matter.

You were always so fixed on Us versus Them that you missed the fact that Humanity itself was what we needed to save ourselves. [her voice cracks, weariness flooding it]

'Were?' [Pause.] Now you're talking nonsense.

What was the last thing you remember? I think, perhaps, I am ahead of you in time.

[This bothers him. This really bothers him. He remembers how Starbuck arrived without knowing he was a Cylon, how the Five knew nothing about the civil war. That Six was ahead of him put her at a frightening advantage.]

Do you, now.

The last thing you remember before you came here, Cavil. Tell me.

[He wars between pride, fear, and a need to know. The latter wins out.]

I gave you Ellen.

[she was silent for awhile, then, slowly]

I'm ahead of you, far ahead. Everything fell apart. Thanks to Tory, Resurrection fell though when Galen Tyrol strangled her for murdering his wife.

[there was a slight pause]

I watched you shoot yourself, Brother. We found Earth, the right one, and what was left of the Cylon and Human races settled.

[His pause is even longer. There's no gritting of teeth, no barely suppressed rage underneath in his voice. Just disbelief. A puff of cold air.]

No.

[Caprica reached for her tea, and the sound of her nails against the porcelain was the only thing for a long while]

I'd lie if it would help, but we've already established where lies take us.

No. YOU ARE LYING!

Do you expect me to believe that humans and Cylons went on to live in harmony?! That Dad killed Mom?! That I'm dead?!

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