Locked from President Roslin

[number_eight]

She lied. She frakking lied to me. To Helo. To Admiral Adama! She used us all in some little game of hers. Damn it! I knew Doc Cottle was lying when he'd said Hera's lungs weren't fully developed. I'd thought she was dead, though, and that they'd all contrived to murder my daughter.

No. It was so much worse than that.

President Roslin stole my daughter from me and let another woman raise her for over a year, and now? Now thanks to her, Hera is in the hands of the Cylons.

I'm going to find her. I sincerely doubt that the Admiral will stop me, either. He looked as angry as I felt when he told me the news.


Journal Entry of Sharon "Athena" Agathon