The Girl Hanging By One Foot
Starbuck plays with the knife, flipping it open and clicking it closed: "Not a lot to show for a life, huh?" You're born, you live, and you die. Lee nods. "Guess not. Do you have any idea why she did it?" Kara tells the part of the story she's learned so far: "Maybe she thought she had a lot to answer for." Or maybe she just had it coming. "We've all got it coming," Lee says, and she clicks it closed, like a box. "You might as well hear this from me. I've asked to be reassigned to Galactica. You might say that I've a beef with my commanding officer." They grin at each other; Kara needs to get off this ship before the blood and screams in the walls tear her apart. She's looked into that darkness, and seen the razor's line between herself and Kendra; she's fallen in love with Cain, and made bad choices. Lee put himself into her firing solution, once, and she broke her own heart on it. "Motherfrakker keeps trying to get me killed!" Lee wonders if she deserves it, too. "Oh! Speak for yourself, Lee, I have a destiny. Had my palm read by a Cylon, remember?" By the Cylon that knows the Hybrids best; that sees the stream and the way we all dream it, the way it goes around and around. "Calypso" means "concealer"; the Apocalypse is the day that the door opens and you walk through it, and everything is revealed as it really is. The Cylons stop projecting, the humans stop projecting, Chip Gaius and Chip Six stop moving us all around like chess pieces, and we see the board for what it is. You're born, you live, and you make decisions, and at the end you are those choices: that's what the Apocalypse means. It happens every day. "A destiny," Lee laughs. "Right." "I guess you're stuck with me till the end. I gotta go break in your new CAG, sir." She flips the knife and grins, lovely, and goes off to meet her replacement. Lee thinks, and walks away, and the space he leaves is empty.