"Maybe Cavil's right. Maybe God never wanted us to have children in the first place." Sharon turns; Boomer's lost, her hand at Hera's throat. She's still screaming. Boomer grits it out through her teeth, biting down on whatever's past irritation, biting down on self-hate. "Maybe it'd be better for you if I just snapped your little neck!" Sharon runs forward and Boomer whips around to look up at her, rabid. "Don't! Please. Please don't kill my baby girl," Sharon begs. Boomer doesn't move. You're Sharon Agathon: they took your child, had it stolen from them. You forced your husband to murder you, went behind enemy lines, to get her back. And now the broken mirror, the punishment Galactica gave this sister, is staring you in the face: they keep killing Boomer. They took everything and left you with nothing but a hole of guilt and loneliness, and no matter how many lies you tell or how bad it gets, you know you're not the real thing. Even Hera knows, even Hera chose Athena ("Athena") over Boomer. Even the life you claim to hate bites at your hands. Nature Girl never had a chance: they threw her onstage with no background, no knowledge, no chance of doing anything but what she was told. And along comes Nurture Girl, the one who willingly chose to live as a human, the one that gets the love and accolades. The one that trained herself to love beyond the lines of country and race and creed; the one with no hidden programming, no secrets, no lies. The one that got the guy and got the baby and got her commission as a Cylon, not some sick robot approximation of a human that never deserved to be loved. The one that was created to die. They stare; Caprica comes back around Boomer, and snaps her neck. You can see it in her face, for a second: the shark. She plays midwife. "I believe the future of the Cylon rests with this child," Caprica says as Sharon picks up her daughter. "And the others who are going to come after her." Sharon nods: "So do I." It's another blood ceremony, another agreement of shared purpose. This is how DEMAND LOVE started; this is really just another iteration. Until they get it right. "There's a captured Raptor aboard. Let's go. We've gotta get you back to Galactica." The three of them leave: maiden and mother and midwife. Boomer's body lies on the floor, forgotten. Like she never existed. I cried, right there.
You're Sharon Valerii: Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharon "Boomer" Valerii, pilot T-990429, from Aerolon Colony. You're Brokeback Boomer. They sit you down in a room and tell you you're nothing, not what you thought: the most disgusting thing you can imagine, the enemy of humanity, everything you have learned to hate and fear beyond thought. You shoot the man you're trained to respect most, the one whose approval everybody desperately needs, because you're a tool: you fuck that up. Your relationships, your lover, your Commander, everybody turns on you in a second, for stuff you have no control over. They chain you up, denigrate you, shoot at your face in their dreams; they murder you. And even then, your first thought is love: bringing Cylon and human back into balance. You fuck that up. You come into possession of a daughter, another child from another life, whom you're told contains the future, and your most treasured faith: the child born to bring Cylon and human back into balance. Her existence is your salvation: human and Cylon in one, no infighting and no self-hatred and no fear, no loneliness, no pain. And you fuck that one up too, and even the baby can tell. Don't think we didn't all have a hand in bringing her here; don't think she could have ended anywhere else. Everybody has a destiny. She was always headed straight for this, and we did it to her. Cylons and humans, together. I always knew I'd eventually have to find another favorite character, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck right now.