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

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[number-eight.livejournal.com]

She sighs and shakes her head slightly at him.

What about free will? Shouldn't you have been the one to make that decision instead of having it made for you? She can't claim that this is all part of something in the Scrolls of Pythia this time.

You're the one who said it before, Admiral. We're a family. And this is no way to treat the people that you care about.

[admiral-adama.livejournal.com]

You'd be absolutely right ... if a family was all that we are. It isn't.

A faint sigh, then his eyes grow stern

We're the guardians of the last remnants of the human race, Athena. The President and I must place that consideration before all else, in every decision we make. Yes, it's hard on those around us when we err on the side of caution, but if we ever even once err on the side of carelessness--

He stops abruptly, jaw tightening.

We saw on New Caprica what happens when we make that kind of error. As I told you all at The Dance, that can't happen again.

Because if it does ... it's over.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

I know, sir.

She stands a little taller, her chin up a notch as he speaks.

It won't happen again. It won't, I promise you. I think I can safely speak for everyone who was there that night and say that it won't happen again. We won't be careless, but we can't be thoughtless, either. If we think that we can control lives, lie, manipulate...

She pauses before she continues, a little quieter.

... Then we are no better than the Cylons.

[admiral-adama.livejournal.com]

As he nods in acknowledgement, his eyes gleam with something very like pride.

So what remains is finding the right opportunity ... to get her back.

[number-eight.livejournal.com]

Her own eyes finally show a semblance of hope instead of anger.

Yes, sir.