She is the herald of the Apocalypse.
Three comes around behind, to stand with them. Her face is stricken; more pained and lost and bereft than we've ever seen her. She looks older somehow; she's lost something. She has lost something beautiful.
The harbinger of death.
Helo and Athena make their way down the coast, in a separate pain. Nobody speaks; nobody looks at anybody else.
They must not follow her.
They walk past Tory Foster, who reaches out to Sam and is rebuffed. His heart is broken. He believed.
Soon there will be Four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of revelation bringing new clarity.
Lee walks with a stumbling stutter-step past Gaius, who stares at the ground and sees nothing. No angel comes to comfort him; no dreams or signs of God's mercy, no trumpets. Just the black earth and the white sky and the broken cities of the distance.
And in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one.
Caprica walks past Galen to Tigh, standing as he always does in the middle of the wreckage. She reaches out to touch him, but he doesn't turn. One more heart broken in the search for Earth; one more safe place ruined. Caprica doesn't understand entirely, what this means, what the Colonial word for Home means, because she's the one that took it away. But there is death in her bones now.
The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable.
Anastasia Dualla stands alone, in her own pain. She is the voice that calls them home. Lee stares into the distance, and continues to walk the halls of a long-destroyed temple. Leoben looks at nothing at all. Kara is bedraggled and sad; she walks the halls of the Temple of Aurora and doesn't even recognize them.
You are the harbinger of death, Kara Thrace. You will lead them all to their end.
Helo and Sharon stare, at the furthest end of the tracking shot: A wasteland. Crumpled steel and broken spires. Sand and stones and rubble and snow, radiating death and sadness, a lost people, a dead civilization. The Apocalypse.
They might as well have fucking stayed on Caprica and died of cancer. Or Geminon, or Scorpion, or New Caprica after the bombing was done. But this is the end of the line: they couldn't make it back through the Passage now, not with Cavil and the 145s on the loose, not with a thousand ships or twice the civilians. The only allies the Colonies could use are now dying just as fast as we are.