For a moment, she's not certain she's going to be able to speak. Her vision blurs with treacherous mist at the thought of that desperate hour, of all the desperate hours since then, of how far they've come and how close they are now to the end of everything -- and still, still, there are people that need her so very, very much. That depend on her, despite her failings.

That trust in her.

She blinks furiously, fighting back the tears that threaten, and clears her throat.

"I see," Roslin says, quietly, when she's sure she's back in command of herself. "Thank you, Lieutenant Hoshi."

She allows another second of quiet to stand between them while she draws a breath.

"Now. What did you come here to ask me?"