Lee opened the hatch of the chapel and entered to see Kara sitting alone in the front row. He cautiously walked to join her there, but only stood beside it when he reached the pew. "I've been looking for you."

"I don't want to fight about this anymore, Lee." She whispered, not taking her eyes off the twelve banners hanging on the front wall.

"I didn't come here to fight." He told her softly. "I just needed to see you, and I thought: 'Where else would Kara be in a time of crisis?'"

"That's funny." She sneered at him, clearly not amused, as she stood up to stand in front of him. "And I was thinking: 'Gee, Kara, go to the chapel to get away from Lee, because that's the one place he'll never go."

She started to walk away from him but he reached out and grabbed her wrist. "I don't want to do this……this is absolute insanity."

"Then it fits with the situation, don't you think?" She sighed, turning to face him again and freeing herself of his grasp. "After all, 'insane' seems to be the watchword in our lives these days."

Lee's head dropped down. "Kara—."

"People do desperate things in desperate situations, Lee!" She screamed at him. "Think of all the desperate things we've done in our lives. And we're still here, so most of them have paid off!"

"But some of them haven't!" He screamed back. "And we're talking about our daughter here!"

"I can't keep seeing her like that, Lee. I can't do it." She started to cry as a way of retort. "I feel sick all the time. And I don't just mean emotionally tormented, I mean physically ill. I really feel that if I keep seeing her like that, I'll soon be in a sickbay bed next to her."

"I know." He whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek as well.

"We have to at least try it." She roughly wiped away the wetness from her face. "The alternative is to keep doing what we're doing, which is nothing, and keep her miserable like that. Do we really want to do that to her……just because we don't like the person that's offering to help her?"

Lee then did something she never thought she would see. He sat down in a pew, lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap. "I want to listen to my heart." He choked out on a sob. "But it's so broken that everything its saying is coming out so muffled."

Kara sniffled and looked around the room at the lit candles, the idols, the banners, and of course, the Arrow of Apollo sitting in the glass case off to the side. "A while ago, I sat in this room with Laura and I told her that she was what I'd been praying for all my life, because she was real. I could see the evolution of the universe's plan as I watched her grow." She took in a gulp of air and continued with a shaky voice. "And I told her that you had a good idea, because you put your faith in other people, instead of mystical beings."

He lifted his head. "I didn't mean Gaius Baltar."

"He's the only one giving us any answers, any course of action." She looked up to the ceiling. "I've been sitting and praying in sickbay for ten days now, and nothing that I do is helping her. I'm tired of it, Lee." She looked back at him. "Laura was the last answer I got from the gods. She wasn't the answer I thought I'd get, and a lot of people thought it was total madness, but she has made my life immeasurably better."

"Mine too." Lee whispered.

"Well, what if this time, Baltar is the answer that will make Laura's life better?" She bit her thumb between her teeth and shook her head. "I know you don't want to give up—."

He stood up and cupped the side of her face. "You and I swore, Kara. When we signed those adoption papers, when we stood in this chapel and got married—."

Kara laughed wistfully, interrupting him. "With Laura in my arms, pulling on my hair."

"Every time we tucked her in, every time we sat at our dinner table, every time you and I laid in our bed and made love to each other—we were swearing on everything good and decent and holy—that we would protect her, that we would take care of her, that we would be her family."

"We were also swearing that we would be her parents." Kara looked at him, her eyes pleading and full of tears. "And parents make sacrifices for the good of their children." She closed her eyes and let the tears fall. "Even if what they'll be giving up………… is something that they think they can't live without."

"I can't let Laura be a sacrifice."

"She's not the sacrifice." Kara corrected softly. "We are. We're offering up our claim on her life, so that she can go find her own. I would rather see her thriving without me, than suffering beside me."

"I want us to fight for her, Kara."

"Yeah, that's what I want too. But that's not gonna do it this time, because the person who's gonna be hurt most by that is the person that we'd be fighting for." She sobbed. "Our hearts would be in the right place, and we'd be fighting like noble warriors--like Apollo and Starbuck. But Apollo and Starbuck aren't the parents of Laura Adama. Lee and Kara are."

Lee was quiet for a moment, then his resolve crumbled and he pulled her to him, burying his face in her shoulder. "Where did we go wrong? I wanted us to be good parents to her."

"We WERE. It wasn't us; it's just the way of things." She cried back, stroking his hair. "Maybe we were stupid to think that this would work, that we could pull this off forever. We've always known that this idea was crazy." She chuckled remorsefully. "But we just kinda barreled through the flashing neon caution signs."

"It was a good idea, though. And we put our all into it, and we were happy for a long time." He sighed and held onto Kara tighter. "I love her so much."

"I do too."Kara whispered, her voice cracking. "Laura will be our family for the rest of her life, for the rest of our lives. That's never gonna change." She pulled back again and their eyes met, brutal honesty shining in hers. "My mother used to always tell me that I wasn't good enough. My whole life, I've had those words echoing in my head. And for the longest time, those words held me back. But that was only until Laura showed up, and you and I became her parents. Then, those words started to drive me, because I wanted to prove my mother wrong, I wanted to be a better mother than she ever was." Her voice faltered and she bit her lip as he kissed her temple. "My mother would have swallowed nails before she would have ever done anything that hurt her pride; even if I would've benefited from it, even if I would've been spared a lifetime of pain because of it. If it had meant that she would have to admit that she was in over her head, she wouldn't have done it; because she thought of herself, first and foremost. Not me."

Lee nodded in understanding. "We're not the most important people in this. This isn't about us."

"I want nothing more than to believe that my love and my stubbornness and my determination will make this better. But I can't take that chance with Laura's well-being." Kara let out a long exhale. "Maybe the best way I can think of to prove that I'm good enough, is to admit that in this instance……………I'm not."


"I'd much rather talk to Captain Thrace and Major Adama personally if they have any questions." Baltar rasped out nervously as he stood in the Admiral's quarters, feeling like he was about to face a firing squad.

"My son and daughter-in-law are in their quarters now and they're not to be disturbed." Adama told him, sitting at his desk, not even looking up from signing the papers that Dualla was placing in front of him. "Besides, I didn't ask you to come here on their behalf, but on mine."

"I see." Baltar nodded.

"Please understand that the idea of this is hard for me." Adama sighed, finally glancing at Baltar. "I have some reservations about what you're suggesting."

"Of course you do." Baltar agreed. "You love her very much, it's normal to have some doubts. After all, what this entails is going to be quite difficult for everyone at first." He then touched his own chest. "But I care for Laura as well, and I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this……….but I see no other way to help her."

"Admiral?" Dee spoke up softly from beside him. "I'm not trying to step out of line here, but—."

"Speak your mind, Dee." He assured her.

"I've been with Laura in sickbay numerous times. I've listened to her talk—."

"You mean you've listened to her ramble." Baltar interjected rudely.

The Admiral shot him a withering glare, but Dualla only ignored him as she continued. "I know this sounds strange, but there might actually be meaning to what she's saying. She ………..she could be speaking prophetically."

"It doesn't sound strange." Baltar again added rudely, glancing at Number Six as she sat on the corner of Adama's desk. "Because people often get caught up in religious fervor when faced with something they don't understand."

Dee looked down to catch Adama's eyes. "We've always known that Laura was special—."

"Because she's half-machine!" Baltar hissed, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is crazy."

"No one's opinion is going to be shot down because someone else thinks it's crazy." Adama reminded Baltar. "If that were standard practice, no one would've listened to a single word you've ever said."

"I'm sorry, Admiral." Baltar said as he walked to stand closer to the desk, pointing at Dee. "But I've been in sickbay a lot more than she ever has. I'm with Laura everyday; I see things that the Petty Officer doesn't. She's talking about superstition and myth, while I'm talking about trying to spare a young woman from a lifetime of psychological turmoil!"

"You're talking about treating her like a case study!" Dualla snapped.

"No, I'm talking about treating her, PERIOD." Baltar answered loudly. "No one else is even doing that. Tell me, can your myths and prophecies give these devastated people any treatment options?"

There was silence as Dee bit her tongue. "No, they can't." She replied in a whisper, not looking back to him, but instead looking to the Admiral who was shielding his eyes from the scene. "You're also talking about separating her from the only family she's ever known."

"That may be what it seems like to an outside observer, but that is not the case." Baltar retorted. "As I have assured the members of her family."

"I am a member of her family." Dee shot back. "And you'll just have to forgive me if I'm not comforted by your assurances."

"We know that you are looking at this medically; and you're her doctor, that's what we want you to do. But we're her family, and we're looking at this emotionally." Adama said carefully. "We just want some reassurances that you will take extra precautions to ensure that nothing you do will harm her."

"Oh, I'm getting quite sick of this." Baltar sneered, offended. "I am offering to spend a good portion of my time—of my life—trying to help Laura. Purely because I care about her and it's the right thing to do. And I'm getting an interrogation in return; I'm being met with paranoia and resentment." His face was red and he tapped his finger on the desk. "It's actually quite insulting, that you people believe I'd ever want to do anything to hurt that child—."

"That child?" Dualla repeated firmly, lifting her chin in defiance. "Belongs to this ship. If you ever wanted to do anything to hurt her? Well, you could give it a try…………but you'd have to step over a lot of dead bodies to do it." Dualla yanked back a page from the Admiral's desk and placed another one down. "This page needs to be signed in triplicate, sir."

Adama chuckled quietly and looked back up at her, his eyes shining with pride. "Yes, ma'am.

Six came up behind Baltar and wrapped her arms around him, her whisper tickling his ear. "Well, Gaius, maybe you should tell the young Petty Officer that those are acceptable terms."


The next day, Baltar knocked on the door of the Cloud Nine hotel. He waited a few moments before it opened and was met with a familiar face.

"Gaius." She greeted, stepping back from the door to grant him access. "Please, come in."

"Thank you." He said as he entered the room, looking around at the suite. "I'm sorry I didn't give you more notice that I was coming. It's just that, I have to be careful of my appearances these days. Something is happening, something that could change all of our lives……..and I have to be on my best behavior."

She closed the door. "Did they agree to give Laura to you yet?"

"No, not yet." He turned around to face her. "They are still debating. But I've planted the seed of self-doubt in their minds, and soon they'll see that what I'm suggesting is………………….." He stopped suddenly and swallowed loudly. "How did you know about that? I haven't been to see you in weeks."

She giggled breathily and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Caught me." She grinned lasciviously as she reclined. "Never could get anything past you, could I, darling? Except for the whole not-realizing-I-was-a-Cylon thing."

"You're not Gina." He stated, his face immobile with shock.

"Right again." She giggled.

"I don't understand, who are you?" He looked around the room in disbelief.

"You don't recognize me, Gaius?" She pouted playfully. "I'm only with you all the time, though I haven't been around in about fourteen hours; which should've been your first clue that something out of the ordinary was going on."

His face fell and he had to struggle to breathe. "This is……..how can you be? You only exist in my head……. but you're really here with me, and you look just like Gina."

"Oh…….you used to think that Gina looked just like me." She again pouted as she rose from the bed and walked to him, fingering his collar. "Your heart really is a fickle creature, isn't it?"

He grasped her wrist. "Quit toying with me and give me an answer."

"This is Gina's body." She smirked at him and stroked his hair. "Which, if I'm correct, you haven't taken comfort in yet. Oh, poor Gaius. It's horrible to want something so badly and keep being rejected." She then pulled his hair harshly. "Trust me, I know."

"So you are her? The woman I see everywhere?" He questioned, pulling away from her. "How is that possible? No Resurrection ship, no downloading……….for frak's sake, there wasn't even anything to download. You only exist in my head!"

"I told you a long time ago that I DON'T only exist in your head. If I were merely a figment of your subconcious, how would I know some of the things that I know?" She grinned cleverly. "And I'm not a computer program either—."

"Then what are you?" He shouted.

"I am an agent of God, sent to work his will." She said calmly. "I was meant to guide you to your destiny, but now the plan has come to fruition and it was time for me to take a more active role." She smiled reverently. "Gina graciously sacrificed herself for the cause. Perhaps because she wanted to see our noble mission achieved, or perhaps because she wanted to end her own pain. I don't know…….I don't really care, either. Let's just hope that her offering is enough to wipe clean her sin of helping to destroy the Resurrection ship, and that she has found her way to God."

"This is impossible." Baltar whispered, shaking his head.

She came to him and soothed him by wrapping her arms around his neck, lightly kissing his lips. "This has never been about algorithms and synaptic networking, Gaius. You know that. This has always been more profound." She traced her tongue against his bottom lip. "Nothing is impossible in the presence of God. And he is all around us."

"He is?" Baltar questioned inattentively as he met her increasingly hungry mouth.

"Yes." She undid the buttons of her top and let it fall to the floor before beginning to work on his shirt. "And he is most pleased with you. Soon this will all be over and our true lives can begin." She gasped and let her head fall back, pressing her body against his as he leaned in to devour her neck and shoulders. "You will claim our child and then you will bring her to me……..and the three of us will bask in the glory of God forever."


Dualla walked out of CIC and into the corridor, intently reading the day's manifest.

"Dee?" She heard a voice call from behind her.

Dee turned around to see Kara waiting for her outside of Combat. "Hi, Starbuck." She greeted quietly.

Kara pushed off the wall and came to stand in front of her. "Are you off-shift?"

"Yeah, just now."

Kara nodded. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure." Dee gestured down the hall. "Let's go to the conference room, nobody's using it right now."

The two women walked until they reached the room, Kara walked in first and Dee shut the hatch behind them. Kara stood with her back to Dee. "You know what's going on."

Dee smiled faintly. "Was that a question or a statement?"

"Both." Kara said, turning around with a blank expression on her face. "You're the communications officer, Dee. You're the eyes and ears of this ship,you know a lot about what happens on it." She paused and sucked in a breath. "You know what's going on?"

Dee nodded sadly. "I do."

"And?" Kara bit her quivering lip. "Everyone on the ship………..do they hate us? Do they think we're horrible people for even considering this?"

"NO." Dee shook her head fiercely. "They think you're in an impossible situation. They think you're trying to do the best you can."

Kara cradled her forehead in her hand and started taking in harsh gulps of air. "I don't know what to do." She shivered. "Baltar wants Laura. He says that to help her, he needs to have some control. He keeps assuring us that we'll still be her parents, but that—at least for a while—he needs to have some authority over decisions concerning her. He thinks it will 'hinder her intensive treatment and therefore her recovery' if Lee and I are hovering over them all the time."

"So he's basically telling you to stand aside." Dee confirmed softly.

"We're standing aside now!" Kara shouted in anger. "So why would it be worse to stand aside and let her actually get help!"

There was silence for a moment. "That wasn't what I meant, Starbuck." Dee stepped forward a few inches and looked Kara right in the eye. "I'm sorry. I'm losing my mind with this, so I can't even imagine what you guys are going through."

"He wants to run tests on her, on her abilities." Kara turned away again and walked to the wall. "And I feel like banging my head against the wall every time I find myself even considering letting him do that. But he said that in order to help her come to terms with being different, he has to know exactly how she's different."

"But you've always known that she was different, even before all of this happened."

"But we've never understood it." Kara turned around again and went to stand by the table. "She knows things, Dee. Things that she shouldn't know; thoughts and feelings that people keep locked inside themselves, memories of things that happened before she was born."

"I know." Dee whispered, lowering her head.

"We love her like she's…………….but she's not. She never has been." Kara closed her eyes in shame. "Her intelligence, her rapid aging--just the fact that she was conceived and born and exists at all—it's a frakking miracle of science."

"No, it's a miracle of something else."

"Well, whatever it's a miracle of, it's beyond our comprehension. Before, if we felt uncomfortable with it, that was our problem. And we just ignored it or got over it—."

"Because you love her." Dee concluded, placing a hand on Kara's shoulder.

"But it's not our problem anymore, it's hers. She's suffering because of it, so we can't ignore it or get over it, because she can't. And I find myself pleading to anything that will listen—that it could be our problem again."

Dee closed her eyes and spoke with underlying meaning that Kara did not yet understand. "You'd do anything, give up anything ……….for her."

"And Lee's having an aneurysm. He keeps asking: 'How can we let this man have control over our daughter's life? Baltar, of all people, how can we do that, Kara?' And aside from the fact that Baltar's the only one giving us anything remotely resembling an answer? I don't know what to tell him!" She collapsed heavily into one of the chairs and held her head in her hands. "I'm trying to be strong, put on a brave face, and be the voice of reason. I know that we swore to Sharon, to the President, and to ourselves, that we'd protect her. But I don't know what we're protecting her from anymore. What if we're hurting her by not allowing her to be what she is?"

Dee knelt down so that she was eye level with Kara. "What she is? Is a beautiful girl, in every way. And you did that; you and Apollo did, everyone on this ship did—I don't know what all did that—but it certainly wasn't Gaius Baltar and his scientific tests." Dee's resolve was firm as she laid her hand on Kara's knee. "You just have to hold on for a little while longer, Starbuck. Something will give you the answers you need."


"We have to tell them, Billy." Dee said later that night as she spoke into the phone. "If we don't, it's going to break them. They have to know that all of this is for a greater purpose."

"But if we tell them the truth; it'll go against the very reason we kept this a secret for so long." Billy pointed out. "Then how can we trust that things will play out as they're supposed to?"

"If we don't tell them, Gaius Baltar is going to get a hold of Laura." Dee retorted sadly. "That's definitely not the way it's supposed to play out." She hesitated. "And…………"

"What, Dee?"

"I'm tired of lying to them." She whispered.

"We haven't been lying, it's just that there are certain--" He stopped without finishing his sentence and took a breath. "You believe that, don't you, Dee?"

Her only answer was silence.

"Yeah." He exhaled, pausing again to let the effect sink in. "I'm not sure I believe it either."

"So we'll tell them." Her voice quivered. "And we'll just trust that they can handle it."

"That actually sounds like a really refreshing concept." He laughed sorrowfully. "I'll talk to Father Monseau. You'll need to clear Major Adama and Captain Thrace's schedule for tomorrow night. And the Admiral's as well, he should be there also." Billy's voice dropped to a gentle plea. "I'll need you beside me, Dee. I don't think I can do this without you."

"Of course." Dee replied softly. "After all…….it kinda concerns me too."


"I know that the military doesn't exactly pay well," Laura said looking around at the small, dingy apartment with random paint splotches covering the walls. "But this is just ridiculous."

"You think so?" The young man with her in the apartment asked.

"Yep, this is a really shitty apartment." Laura pointed to the window. "I mean, the view's of the frakking parking lot."

"Don't cuss, little girl." Zak replied as he sat in the tattered chair by the window, his hands conducting the music that was coming out of the nearby speakers. "Your mother's never been materialistic."

"Yeah, I know." Laura added, rummaging through the items that were cluttered on the coffee table. "But I didn't think she was a total slob, either. I mean, this is the woman who's constantly yelling at me to pick my clothes up off the floor."

Zak laughed and put his feet on the table where she had cleared a space. "You need to remember that she had this place before she got her act together." He grinned broadly, the Caprican sun shining through the window and onto his face. "Before you came along."

"But after you had died." Laura smiled sadly, looking down at him as he nodded back at her.

"Yes." He rose from the chair and stood before her. "She was a mess because it hurts when you lose something that you love." He paused and touched her shoulder. "Is that why you're allowing this to happen? Because you think that staying sick would be better than leaving them?"

She blanched and moved away from him. "I'm not allowing anything to happen. Baltar drugged me and—."

"And you really think that Gaius Baltar is stronger than you?" He interrupted. "You really think that pumping you full of drugs would be enough to stop you? Laura, the moment you made the decision to turn away from the Cylons, their connection to you was severed. You did that. You can do anything. And you have been given a great task—."

"Then why can't they help me?" She pleaded, tears in her eyes. "The ones that gave me the task?"

"They've done enough." He pointed out. "You should've been terminated; you should've been feared and despised. But you were instead adored and protected." He looked at her lovingly. "They did that. They allowed people to look past what you represented, and see what you really are. And because they made the fear and uncertainty to go away—people were able to see that what you really are………is something wonderful."

"It's nice to finally meet you." Laura looked back at him with the same love. "I feel like I've known you my whole life."

"Maybe you have." Zak turned to look out the window. "You'll have to wake up soon. But you'll have to choose to wake up, that's the only way it will ever happen. You must decide to do it yourself, and no higher power is going to help you this time."

"Why?" She looked out the window as well.

"Because you have finally become what you were always meant to become." He answered simply. "We have guided you, we have looked out for you, and we have punished those that wished to harm you. But our task is complete now, because you are complete now. And by now, if you aren't strong enough to wake up on your own? Then you won't be strong enough to complete the task you were created for."

"I'm scared." She whispered, lowering her head. "If I complete my task, I won't be here anymore."

He turned his face to her, gestured around the room and winked. "I thought you said this apartment was shitty?"

She giggled. "I'm not even really HERE, you jerk." She punched his shoulder and he laughed as he grasped it in pain. "You know what I meant."

"You'll still be with them." He assured her. "You'll always be with them. That will never change."

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and felt herself sway slightly to the music. "But can I stay with you in this shitty apartment, just a little while longer?"

"Sure, I'd like that." He wrapped his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. "You can stay a little while longer ………….but you'll have to be up from your nap soon."


"This is so frakking ridiculous... and really insensitive too." Kara hissed as she stepped out of the shuttle and onto Colonial One. "They really expect us to drop everything and come over here?"

"They just want to see us, Kara." Lee replied, taking her hand and guiding her to the hangar door.

"Well, I don't want to be seen." She shot back. "I don't want to leave Laura alone, and I still don't feel well enough for social gatherings, Lee."

He stopped midstride and turned to face her. "I don't exactly feel wonderful either, but they made it sound like it was important that they talk to us."

She dropped her chin to her chest. "It's just because they know that we're going to give Baltar our answer tomorrow, and they're going to try and change our minds." She walked to the nearby wall and leaned against it. "And I don't think I can deal with that……..having to explain ourselves to people, having to face their disappointment, when all that we're doing is what we think is best for our daughter."

He walked over to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "They're not disappointed, but they need to talk about it too, to understand it too, because they love her too."

She looked down the corridor. "Who all is going to be here?"

"The President, of course. Dee and Dad are already here, they came over together a little while ago. And Chief Tyrol, I think. He was supposed to be on deck, but I only saw Cally when we got on the shuttle to come here."

"Alright." She pushed off the wall. "Let's get this over with."

They made their way to the President's office and his assistant pulled open the curtain for them to enter. They walked in and saw Billy, Dee, Tyrol and the Admiral sitting together in the middle of the room.

Billy stood up when he saw them. "Thank you both for coming." He held out his hand for them to shake. "I know it's a lot to ask of you, given the situation……….." He trailed off and smiled apologetically. "Anyway, thanks for coming."

Dee stood up and moved down two chairs so that Lee and Kara could sit next to each other. "Please, sit. We're just waiting for two more people."

"Two more?" Lee asked, moving to sit down. "Who else is coming?"

"Hello, Major Adama." A voice spoke up from behind Lee.

Lee turned to see Father Monseau and Corporal Venner standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry we're late, Mr. President." Monseau greeted, stepping into the room followed by the Corporal.

Kara got up from her seat and looked at Venner with agitation. "You're supposed to be guarding Laura. Who's with her?"

"I got Amy--Corporal Wilkes--to do it." He replied and pointed to the man beside him. "Father Monseau asked for my presence here."

Lee just gaped at Father Monseau. He then walked over to a corner of the room, gesturing for Billy to join him. Billy obliged and Lee spoke to him in a whisper.

"I'm not trying to be a prick, Billy, I'm really not." He sighed. "I know that he hasn't really done anything to me or my family, so let's just chalk this up as my problem. But do you see how this is insulting to me? You know how I feel about this man, and you still ask this of me?" He gestured around the room. "You ask me to sit here and listen to his fanatical ramblings while my daughter is suffering?"

"I'm not asking this of you—Laura Roslin is." Billy responded calmly, but firmly. "You remember her? She's reason you have your daughter in the first place. You owe her this." He pointed back to the chair he wanted Lee to sit in. "I'm not trying to be a prick either, but I will be if I have to be. So, just do me a favor and sit here and listen to the priest's 'fanatical ramblings' for twenty godsdamn minutes." He walked away and back to the chairs.

Lee stood there, frozen in shock for a moment, but then finally complied with Billy's request.

"Father?" Billy spoke. "You can start anytime."

"Thank you." Monseau nodded, glancing around at the group. "I needed you all to be here, because while Laura has many people that she considers family, you are the key figures in her life. And therefore, what I'm about to tell you concerns all of you, because it concerns her."

"How does anything you have to tell us concern Laura?" Kara asked softly, slightly taken aback. "I mean, you're her priest, and that's important…….. but we're her family. Do you really think you know who she is better than we do?"

"No, of course not. You know Laura Adama better than anyone else ever could. However, what I'm going to tell you isn't concerning who she is," Monseau admitted, his expression pensive and sad. "But rather, what she is."

TBC