MONDO EXTRAS

Day 53. Simon and Cavil sat in the resistance camp barracks, listening to Kara and Sam flirting and then fucking; Cavil was disgusted. "She got a glimpse of me, but she didn't react. So, if there's a One up in that Fleet, she didn't see him. At least not enough to ring a bell in her tiny brain." Simon laughed at him when he asked what they were doing, and Cavil's stomach turned over. "Oh, for God's sake, why?" Because he loves her, Simon explained.

One was offended, and every joke Simon made -- Sam loved Kara "vigorously"; she was only "beneath him" half the time -- made him angrier, but Simon couldn't know how angry it made Cavil, even now. To sit there and listen to them, these Satanic verses: Her filthy hands on his father's chest. Because he loved her, because he took that love and gave it to a human, whose life was worth nothing: Sophia, Mary Magdalene. Yoko Ono. Disgust pushed Cavil so hard in that moment that he sold her. Anything to get her away from Sam. Not enough to separate them, or kill her: She needed to be destroyed. She needed to be punished. All those dirty parts. "This is wrong! Don't you Fours have a little place, a... What do you call it, a ranch? No: A Farm." When Simon smiled; he showed all of his teeth.

In Cavil's ugliest moment, his brother was given a moment of mercy. One spotted the little boy again -- Was he real? Was he ever real, or merely flesh and blood? -- outside the chapel hatch, and finally gestured him inside. The pilot lingered on the doorframe for a moment, unsure if it were time to go. The opportunity for change blooms suddenly, like a flame; it fades even faster.

The chess game continued, down on Caprica, as Simon and Cavil sipped their coffee and waited for the reports to flood back: The ambush, Karl Helo and Sam under heavy fire as Kara went down, and was taken. Soon enough, they did. Sam ran into the HQ, shrieking and afraid. Cavil and Simon tried to help, but Sam was too far gone. They got Sue-Shaun; One assumes that Kara was killed instantly, as Simon watched them all. Sam, gearing up and screaming, revved for a moment before heading back out to find her, shouting for Helo as he went. "He should let her go," Cavil muttered mildly, sipping on his coffee.

One sat in his quarters, finishing a meal; all alone, now that Tough Six was gone. He shoved his uneaten food across the table, scraping it as he called the boy in, pointing carelessly at the plate when the boy appeared. The boy descended on the food, so hungry, and One laid himself like a spider along his bunk, watching carefully and considering him: This innocent child. One asked himself a very simple question.