This alliance is built on a connection between the Hybrid and the Raptor's jump drive, and the hands that build the bridge. There's still a fault in the FTL sync that stands uncorrected. She's reporting, processing, that's her job, but she's also telling them they've not yet burned off enough. It's not as simple as a funeral or as clean as resurrection, but it takes pieces of both. It's not a ceremony but a singularity. Forgiveness is simple as a single moment, and complex as any epiphany: like redemption, it's nothing more than the process of remembering.
"For what it's worth, I voted for you in the last election. And I don't like how Baltar keeps ragging on you. That is not why I listen to him." Roslin's legitimately, honestly curious: "Why do you listen to him?"
"I had an experience that made me rethink all my preconceptions. ...It happened the night after Cottle told me that my cancer had spread to my liver and I'd never be leaving this place. I was on a ferry crossing a river, and as we were approaching the other side I saw all these people standing on the bank. And we got closer, and I recognized them: My parents, my sister Kathy, who died when I was twelve. My husband, my girls." Tell me this makes sense. "I... was scared for a moment. You know: 'How is this happening?' But then I felt it. This ... presence, hovering all around me. Warm. Loving, and... it said: 'Don't be scared, Emily. I'm with you. Hold my hand and we'll cross over together.'"
Laura acknowledges that this is beautiful, and comforting as any superstition, and a ferryboat as old as the Gods, but points out that plenty of people in "our predicament" are prone to dreams of that ferry, across the river. "No. I was there. I felt the cool breeze coming from the water, the spray from the bow." We are gifted with a vision of Emily on the boat. Strong, and beautiful, and peaceful. "Maybe he's stumbled onto something, you know, he talks about the river that separates our world from the next. That... That there's more to this existence than we can see with our naked eye. There's a power that we can't begin to understand." Laura stares at Emily's conviction with love, and something like jealousy.
Kara stares down at the Hybrid, across the tank from Natalie, looking at the body of her, in the water. The cold and frightening beauty of her, the way she trails off into darkness and science, with such a lovely human face.
"... Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance ... Structural integrity of node seven restored ... Repressurizing ... The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. End of line, reset. Track mode monitor malfunction traced ... Recharge compressors... Increase the output to fifty percent ... Assume the relaxation length of photons transfers ... Contact is inevitable, leading to information bleed ... FTL sync fault stands uncorrected ... No ceremonies are necessary..."