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turned to go. He paused a moment in the doorway to look back where
Cassiopeia still stood, Starbuck's hand in hers.

"I'll let you know," Cassiopeia began, so softly at first that Apollo
thought she was speaking to Starbuck; it was only when she looked up and
met his eyes that he knew otherwise. "If there's any change, I'll let you
know." Apollo managed a smile, but Cassie didn't see it; she had already
turned back to Starbuck, studying the face she knew so well and feared she
would soon never see again.

If watching a loved one die is one of the hardest things one can do, how
much harder is it, then, when one has still not made peace with one's
feelings for the dying?

Dalton sat alone in the hard, steel chair in the waiting hall just outside
the med unit. She had been there since before Apollo arrived, and sat,
unmoving, still. Hers was a complex relationship with her father,
Starbuck, and now, faced with his imminent departure from this life, she
feltтАж well, she was unsure of her feelings.

She loved him, of course; he was her father, and Dalton knew Starbuck
loved her and her mother, Cassiopea, the best he could. Dalton was
coming to understand these things about her father; it was her own
unresolved feelings of love and resentment she was finding so difficult to
understand.

And she wondered, not for the first time and not for the last, if
Starbuck had marked her more than either of them could guess. Would
she be as poor at giving and accepting love as her father? She loved Troy,
she supposed, what was there not to love? TroyтАФ Boxey, as he used to be
called a long, long time agoтАФwas her first great flame, the grace note that
provided calm in the cacophony of her life, but just latelyтАж

Dalton glanced up, saw Apollo standing near her. She gave a start, fear
scouring the inside of her brain, because the grim look on Apollo's face
made her wonder if her father had slipped quietly away while she sat here,
trying to unravel the scattered and tangled skein of her emotions.

"Don't give up," he offered. It was the same advice he had given Cassie,
but it seemed the only reasonable thing to say at such a time.

It took a moment for the meaning of these words to penetrate Dalton's
whirling thoughts, and she uttered a hitching, ragged, laughing sigh of
relief.

"Everything all right?" Apollo asked, and stepped a little closer. He felt
a knot in the pit of his stomach when he realized just how much of
Starbuck he could see in Dalton's features, and he wondered why he never
noticed that before.