number_eight | 259 - "I don't understand..."

I don't understand how this could happen.

I just don't understand how Earth could be this way. Granted, I had a different view of what to expect than everyone else because of everything I'd been through, but still, to come here and find a desolate place, someplace worse than New Caprica? The temple's destroyed. The ground is radiated. The major city nearby looks uninhabitable. All I can do is walk and stare, holding Helo's hand, and wondering what happened to this place that was supposed to be our home. Did the Thirteenth Tribe lie? Or worse, what happened to them?

I remember back on Kobol, I was so arrogant about Earth and finding it. I figured because I was a prisoner and a Cylon, I knew better. At least, that's what I told President Roslin as I started reciting some of the text from the Scroll of Pythia. Cylons knew better than humans what their so-called religion was about, because they believed in gods instead of the true Cylon God. Their scripture was odd, with things like the Arrow of Apollo or the Gates of Hera, or any of those weird things that everyone kept claiming were things that would lead us to Earth. And what happened? They were right, sort of. Some of them worked, but most of the information we got on how to get to Earth came from Kara after she returned to us or ironically, from the Hybrid.

Cylons. Cylons led us to the Earth that was the home of the Thirteenth Tribe. It makes no sense to me how it happened, and I'm really not questioning it since it was what both sides were searching for, but I just don't understand how a place that was suppose to somehow come from the human gods and the Cylon God could be so... dead.

I left Hera back on Galactica when Karl and I decided to go and walk out, looking around like everyone else, but they're all in just as much of a shock as us. The one good thing in all of this? I'm not alone. We might be alone here on Earth in a place that will never be our home, or maybe it will be New Caprica all over again as we try to barely survive on a land that doesn't want us, but at least? I'm not alone.

Muse: Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 403