And Dualla is saying that the problem isn't betrayal, it's helplessness. "You were injured, you couldn't do anything. And when you finally had a chance to do something you let us down. You let us down. You made a promise, to all of us... To find us a home. Together." And Dualla is saying: "Every day that we remain apart is a day that you've broken your promise. It's time to heal the wounds. People have been divided. Children have been separated from their parents."
And when Apollo asks what Adama would do, if he were missing, Bill doesn't skip a beat: if it were Lee, if it were his son? They'd never leave.
He walks away down a corridor, and stops at the junction. In a halo of light he stops. For just a moment, he stops, and something changes. Another wall falls down. He turns and stares at the photograph, on the wall down the hall, and his back goes straight again. He pulls down the photograph, and holds it in his hands.
She's given up. He can't have that.
And Tigh is looking out across CIC in the hours after the attacks, begging them to stay awake. "Yes, we're tired. Yes, there's no relief..."
Gaius hounds Lee through the hangar deck, wondering when Lee's going to listen to his proposal, spurred on by Paulla and Six. "I'm not even saying it would necessarily be me," he says. Heavy was the head of the President, once upon a time. (Laura: "Because I don't like politics to begin with and a national campaign is just so...") Lee takes the pen out of his mouth and finally looks at Gaius, wondering what on earth he's thinking of this time. "My people deserve a voice in the government. Now, I'm literally talking about the lives and wellbeing of thousands of people in the Fleet."
Lee asks if "wellbeing" was really the point when he was outing Starbuck's secret. Gaius could never explain to him the ways in which it was; the ways he's trying to rebuild religion in a way that makes sense, updating mystery cults and resurrection for a new world, a new way of thinking. "Does everything have to be reduced to your personal feelings about Kara Thrace?" Gaius grabs him as he turns, and begs him to listen. "Lee. I'm asking to have a genuine conversation. Please." Lee's tired, but curious to see what Gaius having a genuine conversation could possibly look like. He heads away to give him five minutes; Gaius waves off Paulla and promises to be back in five.
Bill holds Kara's notes in his hands, searching them for an answer; below them, Sam sleeps. "I don't know, I'm just groping mostly. Looking for patterns. Trying to see what comes to me. I thought that if I assigned numbers to the notes..." He looks at her and she shrugs. "I don't know."