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Six seemed to have learned a little something about ruthlessness from her confrontation with the Cavils; she's quite the hard-nosed negotiator, even when she's got everything to lose. Rather than continue as the seduction machine, she is holding fast to protecting as much as she can, as hard as she can.
As always, Battlestar Galactica found a way to plumb surprising new depths from what seems so familiar. What must it be like to remember your own death, in perfect clarity, as did the platinum-blond Six? Could you walk past your murderer and not act? Could you have swallowed the rising tide of hate that Six felt toward Barolay? We've known about downloading since the early days of this show, but I'd never thought about this. By the end of this series, there won't be any villains — no heroes, either. Just people. (And the red-headed Six, Natalie, didn't kill her sister to appease Starbuck and the humans; it was a mercy killing. It wasn't justice; it was deliverance.)
Ah, the Hybrid's babbling. In between seemingly random spurts of technobabble, we got some tantalizing nuggets and some hard truths: ''The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant....But you are a spark of God's fire....The children of the one reborn shall find their own country....The dying leader will know the truth of the opera house....The missing three will give you the five who have come from the home of the thirteenth. You will be the harbinger of death, Kara Thrace. You will lead them all to their end.''
In less than a day, Kara saw her visions come to pass and heard that she will deliver humanity to its demise. Karma's a bitch.
Even when one of her own models begged for forgiveness, asked for death-bed absolution, Athena couldn't give it. But Anders can. He's beginning to see the truth of things, in a way that none of the other Final Four do. He's the only one who's seeing beyond Cylon and human. If he doesn't do something stupid first, he could be the conduit to peace between the two races.
THE BALD AND THE BEAUTIFUL
Wow. Bald Laura. I can't say that I expected to see that — which is probably the reason I should've. It almost is at the point where the slightest crack in Roslin's usually calm demeanor feels like a chasm of emotion. When her voice faltered as she told Tory to keep an eye on everything that crosses the presidential desk, it spoke volumes.
As Baltar rambled on about the undiscovered country being a better place where you bask in the radiance of God's love (where did he stumble upon a copy of Hamlet?), Laura met a kindred soul — a fellow cancer patient in Galactica's sick bay named Emily. (Nice to see Deep Space Nine's Nana Visitor again.) And as they bonded, we saw Laura go through the emotional crucible and begin to ready herself for the coming trials, to get her mind right for the losing battle on the horizon.
NEXT: Visions of the afterlife
