[ She's not trying to make excuses. That's what happened, after all — she'd been reminded of him, of his house, she'd had the soil from the wild places, and the stuff had taken shape in response to her unconscious desires.
Caprica moves a hand, smoothing loose strands of her hair away from her face. A fine breeze blows off the lake, ruffling her hair and the fabric of her robe, bringing with it the scent of fresh water. It's so familiar it makes her close her eyes a moment against the memory. ]
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It was an accident.
[ She's not trying to make excuses. That's what happened, after all — she'd been reminded of him, of his house, she'd had the soil from the wild places, and the stuff had taken shape in response to her unconscious desires.
Caprica moves a hand, smoothing loose strands of her hair away from her face. A fine breeze blows off the lake, ruffling her hair and the fabric of her robe, bringing with it the scent of fresh water. It's so familiar it makes her close her eyes a moment against the memory. ]