"So Gaius Baltar made you kill your wife. That's why you hate him. And that's why you'd say anything to see him die... " And Tigh steps right inside: steps into that scapegoat trap again, thinking that revenge is ever appropriate. "You're Godsdamned right I would. I would do anything, say anything...to see that man die a painful death." No further questions. And across the water comes a song that only Tigh can hear; as usual, he mistakes this for the world, and thinks everyone else can hear it too. Getting closer to the Nebula, all the time. (I have no foreknowledge of whether that matters, but so far that kind of thing tends to be important.)
At Joe's Bar you can hear the news: protestors, arrested on other ships, being put down by Marines. This has all happened before and will all happen again. At least this time Tigh's too drunk to get involved. And also crazy. Tory wanders in and wonders if this is what the common people do all the time, and if so, doesn't that explain a lot. "I don't know what I want," she snaps at the bartender. "You figure it out, you're the bartender." He's not Joe but he's a lot easier on the eyes. "Tell you what, I'll surprise you." Please, no more surprises for Tory! She's having a rough one! You can tell by the hell they've managed to make her look like! Sam and his fellow nuggets shout and play, but Tory only notices them when the song comes across the water, on the radio Saul was playing with. She and Sam lock eyes, and there's more information than I can decode in that look, but that's three people that can hear it, and a shipload of people that can't, and they all happen to be people I care a lot about.
What if crazy is catching? What if Kara's Heavy Raider was the first wave of something really scary? What if all my pseudo-psycho-intellectual bullshit is really wrong this time, and human psychology is not in fact all about projection, and somehow terrible things are happening in everybody's heads? Or in certain people's heads? One from Command, one from the Administration, one Civilian-turned-revolutionary-turned-nugget? What's missing is a Prole, one of Chief's people, because of the whole class-war/upstairs-downstairs thing surrounding Gaius's current fuckuppery. Cally should totally be a sleeper mind-controlled monster or something, that would be awesome. I guess maybe Sam stands in that role. But still: All three of them were at the top of the Insurgency, and all three of them are close to the President and/or the Admiral in one way or another. What if this is all science fiction after all? What if Chip Six isn't an angel at all, but just this same exact thing, looking a certain way? What if Lee's just not letting on that he's gone crazy too? Oh my God, what if Romo Lampkin is Tyler Durden and that's the reason everybody is being so shitty to Lee? WHAT IF SUNDAY NEVER COMES?