It is comforting for her as well, to know that they have this in common. It makes it easier for her to look beyond their physical differences. She relaxes into her chair, listening quietly to the logistical problems his people face in finding a new home.
There is a look of both envy and relief in her eyes when he tells her how many of his people survived the loss of their former planet. "I know it makes things more difficult... but you are blessed to have that number of refugees. My people..." She twists at the strap of her messenger bag. "There are less than 40,000 of us left. And I worry about that, too, that when we find Earth -- our lost colony -- the humans there won't want to get dragged into the mess we created."
They won't have a choice, though. The Cylons hate all humans, and they are just as inclined to find Earth, if only to destroy it. "Your enemy -- the Valahgua -- what are they like? How powerful are they?"
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There is a look of both envy and relief in her eyes when he tells her how many of his people survived the loss of their former planet. "I know it makes things more difficult... but you are blessed to have that number of refugees. My people..." She twists at the strap of her messenger bag. "There are less than 40,000 of us left. And I worry about that, too, that when we find Earth -- our lost colony -- the humans there won't want to get dragged into the mess we created."
They won't have a choice, though. The Cylons hate all humans, and they are just as inclined to find Earth, if only to destroy it. "Your enemy -- the Valahgua -- what are they like? How powerful are they?"