Drop The Pilot
Sharon Valerii stared at the man through the bars, confused and angry. "I don't want a priest," she said. And he looked her in the eye, this traitor to the Fleet, and dug his heel into her heart: "And you deserve no absolution." And when the priest was gone, long into the night, as she sang herself strange songs, Sharon Valerii just couldn't kick the feeling he was right.
Cavil came running to the HQ on Caprica, breathlessly tattling on Kara and Helo: "I think I've seen them before! Another one of her, and maybe him!" Sam nodded, and the teams moved out. And while they were brokering their fight and eventual peace, Simon asked Cavil what was really going on. The hope, Cavil explained, was that both sides would just destroy each other. "I wish I could watch," he chuckled unconvincingly, but Simon loved it. The guns went crazy and wild, and things ended in a standoff we've already seen, and Simon made fun of Cavil until they were all home safe.
Of all the angry faces in the corridor the day Boomer died, the one that makes me saddest looking back is Jammer. Dualla stood with him as they marched Sharon down the hall, still confused and afraid; Cally stepped out into the space, and fired. Jealousy is never about anger directed outwards; it's the rage from acknowledging our own lack. And the last thing Nature Girl said was "I love you, Chief." By the end, maybe that's all she was; maybe her jealousy was only that she'd learned too late.
Simon made love to Giana that night, way graphically as a matter of fact; he was replacing something with something else. They loved each other, very much. After their loud, insane orgasms, he told her he was sorry and she kissed his fear away; she thought he meant about the 'sode, but really it was about what he was going to do next. He wept, alone, setting a bomb in the Cybele that would never explode; with the flashlight in his mouth, he took one last look at the picture of his family, and airlocked himself.
Tough Six was drunk, and wild. I can't shake the feeling that One was just playing house a new way, House Of Yes-style: You Be Ellen, I'll Be Saul. I wanted to call her Helen, or Hard Six. "You want a progress report? I'll give you a frakking progress report," she said, bouncing around in her panties as he begged her to stop. "Oh come on, it is spectacular. Doral blew himself up, causing minor damage to a minor hallway. Boomer jettisoned the water, and then she personally found loads more water!" I love this so much. One was embarrassed, they were adorable.