Flashback to New Caprica, that day in Colonial One when they shot her through the head and promised to do the same to him. How angry Doral was: how afraid. Of God. Now look, see, how far we've come. See how far from stem to stern the angel has to reach. Ron T. writes, after explaining what an "unrep" is: "Usually an aircraft carrier has a 'breakaway song' that's played over the loudspeaker as both ships peel away from each other, practicing what would take place if a nasty bogey showed up. Or maybe a Raider." And Doral's still screaming, and Gaius is taking the only stand he's ever taken: and now, here, it's being taken away. Sybarites confuse the body with meaning, with the real; serial ladykillers confuse the act with the meaning, the speech with the sound, the messenger with the message; the nature of modern life is obsession: Gaeta breaks his heart again. I bust Felix's no doubt well-trimmed balls about the gay thing every week, but he doesn't have to be gay to be in love with Gaius Baltar. My love for Gaius Baltar is the least gay thing I've ever done. Felix doesn't have to be gay to get fucked by Gaius: we all were. But whether Felix is gay is not the question and it never was. The question is: does Gaius know the difference? Between Kara and Lee, between Laura and Bill, between Felix and Gina? His heart and his dick have always had some trouble communicating: why shouldn't this hurt just as bad? Felix loved Gaius Baltar as a hero, and Gaius Baltar loves most to be loved as a hero. And now Felix is taking away the one heroic moment the man ever gave us. This is how he's brought low, by love and respect removed: this is Caprica seeing Gaius walk out the door with Three. This is Sam tossing Kara's dogtags in her face. This is Lee and Bill Adama.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: C | 1056 USERS: B
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