On CIC, Zarek stares around, looking for Felix. Felix is stumbling around The Admiral's quarters, unbalanced, weeping and sick. He stares at the pips on the desk, knows he doesn't deserve them; he refuses to sit in the chair, no matter how tired he gets. He's not an Admiral, he's not even a Commander. He's the Watch. He is broken. He says goodbye. He holds the Admiral's phone to his head, like a gun. He never could have done this on the bridge. Not with everyone looking. "Lieutenant Allison. Carry out the execution."
Narcho confirms, and hangs up: Tigh's got a gun to his head, as Lee unties his father. The executioners are on their knees, hands on their heads. Tigh gestures Athena over to cover Noel Allison, and takes in the sight of Bill, free and alive again. "They told me you were dead," Bill says. "For a while I was, Bill."
That old one-eyed fucker has written some poetry in his day, but damn. I imagine the line written nervously; I imagine it, once on the page, shining and bright.
(Saul, in hell: "So take your piety and moralizing and high-minded principles, and stick 'em someplace safe, until you're back in your cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight "
Elosha, the Price, the Gods, in their heaven: "Just love someone."
All the aid and comfort that they give each other, and it comes down to this: Saul keeps his heart somewhere safe, the safest place he can think of; because he knows what makes Bill uniquely suited to shepherd, and steward, and save him, again and again. The reason he'll choose to be Saul Tigh for the rest of his life.)
Bill addresses the thugs, on their knees: "I want to take back my ship." Aid and comfort, now, to the enemy. If there aren't any good guys, then there aren't any bad guys either: what makes Bill special is his inability to recognize the face of his enemy in any face at all. It's how we're going to win. Narcho almost cries, trying to explain not only today but what happens next: "Sorry, sir. I've always respected you. But I hate the Cylons. And I can't take orders from a leader who won't fight them." Tigh pulls a gun on him, of course, and Bill tells him to stand down. He's disappointed, as Narcho looks at the floor. Bill gets in his face, both of them exhausted and sad, and tells his posse to tie Noel up.