"It sounds beautiful. Sad, but beautiful." And not just in the sense of how it must have looked, but what it represented, the essential humanity of it. She'd seen similar sorts of things, across the multiverse. In the wake of battles, at the end of a war. She reached over and gave Starbuck's hand a gentle squeeze.

She didn't really feel like digging into the Master's theory that the whole thing was some sort of cosmic lab experiment by someone with a horrendous sense of humour, however. So she simply said, "It's hard to put it all down to random chance, isn't it?"