Prompts: Radek, mea culpa, exploring the capacity for evil, angst, death, puddlejumpers….
Art: Confiteor by almost_clara
Mea culpa. My fault.
Yes, Rodney. Of course I knew, Rodney.
I am not a fool, Rodney.
Neither is Colonel Sheppard.
Mea culpa. Again, my fault.
Ty seš vůl. He asked me because you would have said no. You would have begged for more time —
Yes, begged, I know you, and I know that you would have given him those desperate eyes, you would have said, please, John. He didn't want to refuse you. Didn't want to fight you. Didn't want you to have to decide. Didn't want to say goodbye like that.
Because with me, it was all very professional. I showed him how to activate the device, he asked intelligent questions and then — gone.
I cannot believe that you asked me that.
No, I can believe it, but I will pretend that I heard nothing, because that is not what a friend says to a friend.
And if he is dead!
Then you will not have killed him, Rodney. Which is what he wanted.
It will be my fault, it will be my most grievous fault, mea maxima culpa.
Through what I did and did not do.
Confíteor Deo omnipoténti et vobis, fratres,
quia peccávi nimis
cogitatióne, verbo, ópere, et omissióne:
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos,
et vos, fratres, oráre pro me
ad Dóminum Deum nostrum.
I confess to almighty God,
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have sinned through my own fault,
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do;
and I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin,
all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God.