[ Like Herc, Mako's not entirely sure when exactly the line between father and superior officer grew so unclear. Once it had been a defining point in her life, the boundary over which she was never allowed to step. As a result her identity as a daughter had become sublimated more and more and Stacker's role as her father became less and less; he was the marshal and she was his little ranger, and what had come before in the past was left there for the sake of having one more soldier.
Perhaps it was coming in here in the first place — the closing of the Breach, having Chuck with the again and alive. Maybe part of Mako thinks she's entitled to something of her own, a small selfishness in the wake of so much self denial. ]
Permission to speak freely, [ she asks, her attention turned outwards towards the city proper, its lights sparkling with vitality despite the quickly approaching witching hour. ]
( i x : d 1 : late night )
Perhaps it was coming in here in the first place — the closing of the Breach, having Chuck with the again and alive. Maybe part of Mako thinks she's entitled to something of her own, a small selfishness in the wake of so much self denial. ]
Permission to speak freely, [ she asks, her attention turned outwards towards the city proper, its lights sparkling with vitality despite the quickly approaching witching hour. ]