no hand of god

[caprican_hero]

The midday sun beat down heavily on her shoulders, dappled though it was by the overhanging leaves of the forest.  Hot enough that Six had taken to the jungle rather than the shore; her skin refused to pigment any darker, and she refused to lie down on the sand and squint against the sun.  An uneasy truce between mind and body.

She was following a

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[wishesandsmoke]

Eden had never been a religious girl, despite the name she had chosen. Her upbringing had featured more television than church outings, more of the arguments between her parents than the sounds of sermons or the comfort of God. Still, the last few weeks had been rough, no matter how much she had bounced back on the outside, and there was something inherently reassuring in the rough walls of the church that islanders had built. If anyone had asked what she did there, she wouldn't have known what to say; she sat and she thought. She supposed she nearly prayed.

It was often quiet there, when no services were being held, and the appearance of someone else startled her from her thoughts. She said nothing, though, not wanting to deserve someone who might be more serious about all this than she was, only turning back to look at the woman from where she sat.

[caprican_hero]

Six met the young woman's gaze gently. She didn't want to intrude on the other's experience, especially as she seemed surprised to see anyone else there. She knelt a while longer, silently trying not to question His judgment regarding this island.

After a time, Six stood and sat close to the woman on one of the pews.

"Do you know who built this?" she asked quietly.

[wishesandsmoke]

"The building crew, I think," Eden replied, her own voice hushed both by an instinct which told her to keep quiet in churches and with an hour's disuse. "It was here before me. Sometimes Father Callahan holds services."

She had gone to the one held after Halloween, hoping to find some kind of peace or to be told how she might make up for what she had done. Only, she didn't really know where to start when it came to that.

[caprican_hero]

She nodded, absorbing this information. "It's comforting to me that even here, among all these different people, I can feel His presence as they must have felt it when they built this place."

It had been built with love. Caprica could feel it in the sanded-smooth wood of the seats.