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He's in this part of town because he's decided to start going to Little Lorenzo's. There's not a lot of call for Lee to be in top physical shape these days— no Viper runs, no ops — but he doesn't have very fond memories of the last time he let himself go to seed, and isn't really looking to repeat it.

Stopping into a coffee shop on the way home, though, mostly for a bottle of water and a sandwich, he spots a familiar face. He hasn't really met the man before now, but Molly's talked about him enough, and he thinks she must have pointed him out a couple of times.

It'd be too frakking weird to see him and not say hello.

"Russell, right?" he says, approaching the other man, who looks pretty okay, for someone who just got shot not too long ago.

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Thinking about it now, it's more frakked up than he realized. And to someone not from the Twelve Colonies, Lee's not sure it's gonna make a lot of sense.

"Yeah, uh... we did," Lee says, "Trying to make life easier."

It all happened before he was born, back when his dad was a kid. It's been so long that war with the Cylons has always been a way of life for him, even during the armistice.

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Russell nods his understanding, because it makes sense. It's bound to happen, he figures, given the way people are with technology. It's not always a bad thing, he knows advances in technology have shaped the world he's most comfortable in, but the way things had gone for Lee's world, it had reached a point where it hadn't worked anymore.

"Yeah," he says. "Seems like we create all sorts of fucked up stuff that goes wrong, don't we?"

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"Seems like it," Lee says, and even though he knows it shouldn't be amusing, he can't help but huff out a quiet laugh at it.

"But I guess that's the good thing about Darrow. Somehow, this place does all the work for us."