He giggles and they are happy, opening it, like a golden ticket to the Wonka factory. He literally bounces up and down in his chair, and even Six is like, "Twee it down a notch, mister." She begins to read. "President Baltar. I offer my sincere congratulations --" Baltar whispers a funny Oscar-practice "Thank you, thank you." She continues: "I say that knowing we've had our differences, and that you take office despite my many reservations." Six is so awesome! She totally grins, this incredibly you are about to get so served grin, and moseys away with the letter, coming to rest standing near the prenominate nuclear device. "You may be the most brilliant person I've ever met, but your intelligence is unleavened by compassion." He starts to get really sad, because that's what guys like this are like: "How can you be so mean? I know I caused the downfall of humanity, talked a woman into nearly killing herself, tortured a man nearly to death to get her to answer a question I admitted to knowing she couldn't answer, and sell you out on a weekly basis, but don't you remember the hexagons? All those other things were months ago, but I did a really nice thing just now! Where is my cookie?"
"You must be reminded of your ethical responsibilities, and challenged to rise above your own selfish needs," Six continues, and his lips start to shake. James Callis has a hell of a lot of work to do here, not only in the emotional arc and ego-deflation during the letter itself, but also making the rest of the episode make emotional sense. His challenge here is to make us honestly believe that the man two acts ago that told Gina to go to hell would flip a hundred eighty just because of this well-intentioned, honestly critical letter. I buy it, but only because I know a million guys like this. They're called "the majority of American males," and you can find them nearly anywhere. "I don't write this to hurt you, but to beg you to open your heart." He starts to fidget. "Understand that the people in the Fleet look to you not just for leadership, but for solace..." He takes the letter away from the imaginary woman who just carried it across the room somehow, and she keeps talking. " [For] justice. Find a way to give them that," she grins, and he's nearly weeping here, "and you will be a great leader." He begins to nod angrily. "Laura Roslin."