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[ Loki is in a dark space, lit by flicker-firelight. The yellow light makes his green eyes seem deep enough to be black. ]

Has the art of prophecy been so lost, here? Have you learned nothing of what came before?

Oracle, tell me: for what purpose were we summoned here? What is it we are meant to save?

What must I do to walk the paths between the worlds once more?

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I think there must be a purpose.

I have a purpose. It's to help defend the fleet back on Galactica. Not be stranded on this shithole of a planet.

So what? You're saying I was meant to hit you with my Viper and knock you off course?

[Have a scoffing noise, Loki.]

The journey through the Bifrost lasts a matter of moments. Perhaps twenty seconds, in all. In that time, I traversed hundreds of light-years. Have you any idea of the odds involved in such an impact, especially given that I was not within the ordinary bounds of this reality?

Even if the odds of it happening are astronomical, it doesn't mean it can't have happened by chance.

[She knows she's grasping, but this stuff tends to make her a little touchy.]

Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? That I was maybe destined to be some kind of metaphysical shunt?

And you call yourself one of the faithful.

[He's struck a nerve. Because he's right, she's being hypocritical. But it's her own private inner war she's waging and she doesn't like people getting a glimpse of it.]

Fine. It was frakking destiny that we bumped into each other. The gods brought us here for some kind of higher purpose. All of this has happened before, and all of it will happen again. We all have our parts to play. The gods lift up those who lift each other.

Is that what you want to hear?

[Her mother's constant hounding about destiny and being special keeps dogging her, even here.]

It isn't what you believe. I can hear the doubt steeped in your voice -- what an odd creature you are. Is it a lie to the world, or a lie to yourself?

[ Funny, how she'd been so insistent that he wasn't a real god -- but, then, perhaps that made sense. Perhaps in her mind, there could be no real gods, and he had mistaken her faith for deeper doubt. ]

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[She doesn't know what to think. That's her problem. If Loki's a real god, then does that mean The Lords of Kobol are walking around in the flesh somewhere? Interfering? Or, even worse, not interfering. How could they have let billions of her people die in a single day? Are they that cruel? It's just too much to have to think about; it makes her brain want to explode.]

Why don't you tell me? Sniff it out, Loki. Tell me who I'm lying to. Aren't you the godsdamned prince of lies?

Have fun consulting with oracles. My mom did it all the time back in Delphi. All it did was fill her with dreams, delusions of-

[She bites off the rest of it, keeps it to herself. It's none of his business, anyway.]

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A lie is like a snake; it can so easily turn and sink its fangs into the one who holds it.

[ He knows all too well that this -- this is very difficult to untangle. ]

And yet, often oracles may see what we are blind enough to overlook.

[Her mouth compresses into a tight line, jaw clenching.]

Trust me, I've learned that lesson well.

[Zak's death will forever haunt her because of the lie she'd kept. The Old Man can't stand the sight of her, either, because of it.

She forces herself to let out a breath, then scrubs at her face and combs her fingers through her hair.]

Look, I can't stop you from chasing after prophecies. I get that you need to feel that all of this is leading towards something. I just hope that whatever you end up finding is actually what you were looking for in the first place.

[ A slight shake of his head. ]

I hope that it is something much stranger and more wondrous than what I am expecting.

Join me in that, if you will.

[Kara stares at him for a moment, taking in the firelight flickering on his face, and the darkness looming in from the edges of that warm glow. It's that sense of mystery, of the unknown, which draws her in, gripping her more tightly than she's willing to acknowledge. But Starbuck's afraid of it too. Afraid of how easily she would be swallowed up by it.

Finally, she nods.]

Good hunting.

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