"When we shuffle off this mortal coil... The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns..."
Roslin ducks her head in, and says hello. Emily rolls her eyes: "Oh, great. Now the President." I like Emily Kowalski. So does Laura, immediately, grinning in conspiracy: "She stuck me three times today."
"It's a better place, my friends..."
Emily smiles back, nervously: "Be thankful she hasn't put a catheter in you." They smile. Laura likes the irreverence of this woman; the holy rage she rides.
"...Where we will bask in the radiance of God's love. How do we get there?"
"All this just to keep me alive for a few more days," Emily coughs. "It's so pointless."
"By reaching out to one another..."
Roslin reaches for the wireless: "No, it's not pointless. And I'm sure it isn't helping listening to Gaius Baltar..." Emily lashes out at her, shouting. "No no no! Don't touch that! The frak do you think you are?" There is nothing more powerful, nor more cutting, than the holy rage of a woman looking death in the eye. It will draw blood every time. Laura is sad, and embarrassed.
"... Accept Him into your hearts..."
Emily, sick and upset, demands that Laura leave her alone, and bursts into tears.
Laura leaves, feeling burned and sad, knowing it, guilty for messing with the rituals of Emily's comfort. Having fucked it up again. Having come so close to friendship, reached out and gotten burned. She wheels away her friendly medicine, her poison revolution; she spirals endlessly away, back across the loneliness of Sickbay.
"...God doesn't really care how many good deeds we've done. This is the mistake that I find that so many of the pious..."
DIVERSE CONTACT IS INEVITABLE
(The spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes.)
Leoben's all excited, of course, about getting Kara to the Hybrid immediately. Because this language that they speak, because there are lines that call him mad, he wants to see it happen, in her eyes: wants to watch as she hears the music for the first time. Natalie is appalled. (I have a macro on my keyboard and when I hit it, "Natalie is appalled" instantly appears, as if by magic.) "You want to give her access to the central nervous system of this ship?" Sam reminds her of the deal, and Leoben says they discussed it. Which I'm sure they did, and which I'm sure went just as frickin' well as it did on the Demetrius. It wasn't just one prophet sitting in the dark, begging for the angel. It was two.