Set after New Caprica and before Daybreak.
Its not enough to simply taste. To be left of the imagery that the mind creates willingly of all you could of wished for. When he awakes in the birthing chamber he does not move to get out but stares hopelessly trying to recreate the taste of her that now only lingers on his previous body's lips. God had opened a window when she yielded and bartered for their freedom. Everything is pale now and only when he retracted into his mind to that moment did the color begin to brighten. Agonizing, All of this meaningless waiting. A slight relief came only when speaking to the oracle of destiny, of circles, old regarded hymns, and gold like a crown adorning the risen chosen one. This ache. This craving. Ah to be purely machine again and to want for nothing. An internal screaming bellowed within him. Needing. His head has been pushed beneath the waters and now all that is needed was the air from her lungs.
God had instilled an addiction in him. He begins to dream again. An angel arises in the clouds and cries aimlessly for guidance. He must go. It is time and her destiny.
How strange that betrayal could marry itself with joy. All in his plan so it must be justified. He sneaks off into the night, only D'anna refuses to rest. He takes a small cruiser and a months worth of rations. A set direction, he hears it calling. Drumming yet soft like toned piano keys. A welcoming. Bright and clear like a promise. She will be more willing and he will be rewarded like a good servant.