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Where are you, Kara? Why’d you leave me? What out there was so much more important than coming back to us? To me?
Lee walked around the battlestar, appearing to do his job, but inside he felt like someone had poked him full of holes. Holes that used to be filled with Kara Thrace. Her obnoxious sense of humor, usually at his expense. Her twinkling eyes.
I had no idea. There are pieces of you, memories of you, in things that happened long before you came into Zak’s life. Not even my happy memories are happy without you anymore.
Sometimes his dad noticed, but more often Bill was deep in his own grief. He was allowed to grieve openly, had support from Saul and other members of CIC, who were being careful with him.
Sometimes Helo noticed, but Lee hadn’t been close to Karl before, and him bringing that Cylon back from Caprica with him hadn’t helped make him any better a guy in Lee’s book. He loved Kara, though. Can he be all that bad?
Mostly Lee had to grieve quietly, on his own. He had no one to talk to about his friend, no one to hug him when he cried. Kara would have done that. She probably would have laughed her ass off making fun of me, but she would have held me and let me cry first. Funny that the one person who stood by me through almost everything can’t be here to help me deal with her death.