Helo visits Gaeta, who's awake. And how's he doing? Felix grins: "Never better. Those frakkers won't give me any more morpha, afraid I'll OD or something." He laughs, and Karl nods sadly. "...Will you promise me something?" Karl promises him anything: as a fellow bridge officer, as a fellow volunteer, as a friend. "Don't let Cottle take my leg." Karl reassures him, and he shakes his head. "Don't frak with me, Karl. I know every minute that we stay here means it's more likely that he's gonna have to. Please, okay? Promise me." Helo takes his hand. He knows they're not going anywhere until the Captain, until his wife, returns. Pain can talk. Felix weeps, afraid, and holds onto Helo for his strength. Karl's giving him all he can.
They dodge the ordnance and float through the eerie black, watch the Baseships dying through the screens. They mutter and they chatter, nervous, in dragon territory; Sam reminds them again that there's death all over, waiting to collide with them. A turncoat, a secret saint, an angel blazing with God's light, and the high priest of a strange and alien religion. Jean Barolay is the only true, the only mere human left aboard, winding their way through a silent dance of destruction, between the scattered bodies of creatures bigger than Galactica, and more beautiful.
Sometimes Caprica would go down to the court just before game time and scalp two tickets; she'd just be sitting down at the horn. She'd let the crowd's energy flow over her, in waves of emotion, like an electric current. Like a homecoming, like rejoicing with her sisters. Only in the crowd could she find what she so desperately missed, that roaring sense of home, those thousand indrawn breaths. She liked to pretend that Gaius was there with her. And down on the court you could see flame-haired Jean Barolay, Caprica Buccaneer, beautiful jock, basketball star. Another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia.
After the Fall, Jean helped Anders fight the guerilla war, because it was all she had left. She was happy to see Starbuck return, even happier to go with her, back to the Fleet, and land on New Caprica. All that running, all the 33, going round and round -- she missed all that. Jean Barolay went from Hell straight to a dirty, stinking Heaven, and she thought that she'd know peace. A year later, she was a fighter again. Dreams died. They pulled her out of Hell and put her in a brief Heaven, an undiscovered country that became more poisonous than Hell. They told her they loved her; they told her it was for her own good.