[Goosebumps start at Kara's scalp and go all the way down to her legs, her mind almost blanking at the fact that she's met someone who's done this who isn't a Cylon or some kind of being from her world at all as far as she can tell.

And of course, she knows people can die here and come back, but it isn't the same. Not like what she'd been through. Without the noise and confusion of Galactica, her mind can focus more on what she thinks she experienced, but it's still in too many pieces to figure out. Like a shattered mirror, or a microscopic puzzle.]

I don't remember as much as I think I should. I know what people told me, and it's clouding what I remember. I remember my mother, and feeling peace.