Levi who is called Biff

[Biff is sitting in the greenhouse. He's a bit red about the eyes, like he may have been crying a little. But that's just silly. It's Biff, after all.

In any case, he's smiling right now.]

I've spent a lot of time here trying to explain to others why I love like I do. Not sex. I don't mean sex, though I enjoy that, too. Sex is wonderful. And pizza. Bacon. Coffee. Those are little things that make life worth living. I'm talking about love, though: for friends, for family, for lovers. You know. The brotherly kind of love. Loving is easy. The Beatles really know what they're talking about. It's all you need.

[For a moment, he looks like he might sing, then grins. 'Gotcha.' Not going to subject Rassilon to that again.]

People here are so unwilling to trust, to give their hearts, when really, it's so simple.

[Biff gives a self-deprecating sigh and bows his head slightly. With a funny sort of smile, he goes on:]

I've never been very good at writing speeches. It took all fourteen of us to write the Beatitudes, and my biggest contribution was to stop Joshua from adding "Blessed are the dumbfucks, for they shall never be disappointed." Knowing what I know now, we should have left that part in. It could have gone viral. T-shirts. Bumper stickers. A whole ad campaign directed towards the dumbfuck demographic.

[Jazz hands.]

[With a soft laugh, he nods to himself, then goes on in the same calm tone:]

So I'll just say this:

My best friend died out of love of all mankind. You should all live for it.

Live for love.

[He pauses to let that sink in, then continues in a lighter, happier tone:]

I don't think I'll say anything else, because I wouldn't want to sound like a fuckstick as I make my grand exit.

Just this: To those I have known, I will miss you. To those I haven't, I will regret not knowing you.

[He furrows his brow thoughtfully, then mutters to himself in amusement:]

...If my life were a movie, there would be a montage right now. Journey's Don't Stop Believing would play over it. I'm a Journey kind of guy.

[With that, he smiles broadly and cuts the feed.]

( Warden Filter, Friends Filter and private notes to Molly and Persephone )


[OOC: Per this thread, Biff's done his job and is going home. :) ]

[Biff settles down in front of the camera. His eyes are a little red, but he otherwise looks much calmer that he sounded yesterday.]

I am sorry for how I acted yesterday. I did not mean to alarm or anger anyone - I was not in my right mind when I learned Judas Iscariot found redemption.

[He says "Judas Iscariot" as though he has to force the name out, and it pains him.]

You may think I am a Zealot. Perhaps this is true, but it is not why I reacted as I did. Please understand that my reasons were more personal than simple dedication to 'scripture'.

I am calm now. I have had time to think and to talk to my friends. I have meditated. I have prayed.

[He pauses, then nods.]

When we came back from the island port, I told Persephone she had a stain, much like the seashell I found. It is her hatred of mortals. I have a similar stain: my hatred for Judas. I can't wash the stain from Persephone if I can't do it for myself.

Though I may not think he deserved to seek redemption, it is not my place to decide that. It is my place to find it in my heart to forgive him.

I can not do this yet. What I feel for him is too much for one day, or one week, or two-thousand years to wash it away. Time is not the only thing needed to heal this wound. But starting now, I will try to forgive him.

Please forgive me for the way I responded to this news.

( Private to Sexby, Adam Monroe, and the Admiral )