"It was," she agrees. "It was a relief when Galactica rescued us and we were back on our ships again and out of their reach."

She sighs and reaches for her coffee, taking a long sip. Dwelling on the past was like picking at a scab. If she kept poking at it, she was never going to heal.

"It's not likely that I'll see him again, but if I do, it'd be... gosh, so much baggage. I don't know if I'm ready to forgive him, or if he even can be forgiven. His model was known for being cold and unfeeling. I can't reconcile that with the man I knew, but the longer this way goes on, the less I know about anything."