Jacob:
Because here’s how fucking blessed Sharon Agathon is. She spent a season on doomed and rotting Caprica, chasing a boy through the forest, trying to make him fall in love. She found out how rarely you stay clean when love comes up. Got pregnant. Got a gun held to her head approximately eleven times before she ever got back to the scariest place in the universe. Was threatened with an eleventh-hour abortion by the first and most powerful of all humans; was operated on to keep that queen alive. Her child was born, and died in the cradle: all the hopes of two great races, dead. With fingers no larger than a thought.
They locked her up for a year, chained and screaming. And at the point of her greatest humanity, when she and Boomer truly switched places — she became a Cylon in human skin rather than Boomer’s human in Cylon skin — her most broken sister told her a terrible secret. “The enemy has your miraculous child, who was stolen. And they are killing it.” She committed complicated suicide, risked her life, watched her sister die, and brought the child back. That was months ago. She was blessed? She was fucked. Again, and again. And we’re not done yet. The clock is running.
I read some spoilers this time. I shouldn’t do that. You shouldn’t, either, so don’t read on if you don’t want to be spoiled.
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