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When he was five, he and Zak used to hide in the closet whenever Uncle Saul and Aunt Ellen (though they were never allowed to call her that) came to visit. They'd play Cylons and tackle each other amongst the coats and discarded umbrellas until their mom would come over and open the door, tap her foot while the Commander picked them up by their collars and hauled them to bed. When he was 10, he and Zak used to sit at the bottom of his closet and talk about important things like whether or not Lee was officer material and if Zak should really let Mom pick out his clothes for him anymore and if they would still be brothers and best friends when Lee started liking girls more than ships, which Lee always assured him he never would. They'd talk for hours until their mom would open the door and smile and shake her head and send them to bed herself, since the Commander was never around any more. When he was 17, he and Zak didn't talk anymore. Zak blamed Lee for the Commander leaving and Lee had wasted too much breath telling his brother that the only reason the old man left was because the old man was a bastard who didn't give a frak about anyone, especially his own flesh and blood. Lee had pulled his cadet jacket from the coat closet and was shrugging it on when Zak had ended it all, swept every memory away. "No, Lee. The old man just doesn't give a frak about you."
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