"As you know, we cannot stay on Earth." Lee goes through a box of his wife's personal effects, the arrangement of objects. The jacks, sparkling clean; the picture of her as a child; perhaps a soma braid he can keep with him forever. "But this is not a new challenge. The Thirteen Tribes of Kobol stood exactly on the same spot that we are right now. They experienced dreadful losses."
"Their planet was a graveyard." Kara stands at the head of the Briefing Room, looking out at her pilots. "They needed a home. So they set out in the void of deep space with nothing but their ships and their guts." She holds the other Kara's dogtags tightly in her hands, still bloody. "And the Thirteen succeeded."
Gaius listens, among his followers: "They weren't supermen. They were ordinary people like us." Laura lies curled around her tender green shoot, on the floor where she fell, done with hating and with burning, for now. "What they can accomplish, we can accomplish." I hope she will get up again.
"We will find a new home. This is a promise I intend to keep."
VIII: Sometimes A Great Notion
Earth. Saul Tigh orders the exploration squads to pack it up; the Fleet will be leaving in fifteen minutes. He spots D'Anna and joins her. "You'd better get back to your ship," he says, trying to be as gentle and kind as he imagines she would want him to be. "The Fleet is about to jump." D'Anna shakes her head. "No, I'm not going. You know, all this is just gonna happen again and again and again." She's always said it; she used it to justify New Caprica, and she's meant it other ways since then. She knows better than anyone. She's the only person that's died more times than Kara Thrace. "So I'm getting off this merry-go-round."
He sits down heavily, by her side, and thinks about the foxes. About this woman who wanted him to be God, to lead her to the Promised Land. To explain why she was the Chosen One. He owes her something he can't ever repay. D'Anna has earned her name; she is a beautiful, singular entity. She is the ocean that feeds the stream that feeds the ocean. The last time they woke her, she carried with her the mind and memory of every Three that ever could have been. She is a wonder, mortal now, beautiful and strong. But she's always known the cost. She was her own Pythia to her own Laura Roslin, Leoben to Gaius. She glimpsed wonders in the place between life and death, and eventually saw the shape of things. That's an Apocalypse even prophets shouldn't have to bear. She's earned her End of Line.