No do-overs, no second chances

Battlestar Galactica - The Hand Of God

 Kara’s face is screwed up in sullen determination, like a child who can already taste failure, but will keep trying out of sheer stubborness. 

"Please. Nobody died!"

"Now we have to get married. I’m in the family way."

"Do you know what your sin is?"

"Does that seem right to you?"

"That sounds like something out of science fiction."

"I like that you’re upfront about it."

"Do you want me to wash your feet?"

"Now that’s just downright unsettling."

"This must be what going mad feels like."

"There’s an aura about a person that’s difficult to hide."

"Up until the punching, it was a real nice party."

"We are not robbing a temple!"

"I might be needing a preacher."

"The lord says judge not."

"His brains are in terrible danger."

"I’m a monster."

"Hi honey, I’m home."

"They have guns."

"I don’t like the way you look down me."

"This here’s a recipe for disaster."

"You know where you can find what you need."

"What a lovely community of kidnappers."

"They’re going to die."

"Get out now!"

"We should have done this as men."

"Somebody, fire!"

"I’ve never shot anyone before."

"Hard to tell one from t’other, face like yours."

"You don’t have to die alone!"

"He’s taken an irrational dislike to me."

Nor did she want to be diplomatic. Of course, she wouldn’t fire unless fired on first, unless provoked, but whoever this comms officer was seemed a little high strung and Maya could hear the tension in her voice when she spoke.

Maya felt like she needed to tread very carefully, as if they were going to fire on her if she so much as moved her ship forward an inch. That was probably paranoia talking, she didn’t often come across strangers who were bent on destroying her, especially with a ship that large, but no stranger could be trusted.

She rubbed her hands across her eyes and adjusted her headset, sitting up straighter in her seat. "You misunderstand me, Kaur," she said. "I'm not asking about your travel logs." She hesitated a moment, deciding how best to put it. Eventually, curiosity simply took over.

"If I do, will you use the whip on me?" she asked in a low voice, eyes sparkling.