"... Accept Him into your hearts..."
Emily, sick and upset, demands that Laura leave her alone, and bursts into tears.
Laura leaves, feeling burned and sad, knowing it, guilty for messing with the rituals of Emily's comfort. Having fucked it up again. Having come so close to friendship, reached out and gotten burned. She wheels away her friendly medicine, her poison revolution; she spirals endlessly away, back across the loneliness of Sickbay.
"...God doesn't really care how many good deeds we've done. This is the mistake that I find that so many of the pious..."
DIVERSE CONTACT IS INEVITABLE
(The spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes.)
Leoben's all excited, of course, about getting Kara to the Hybrid immediately. Because this language that they speak, because there are lines that call him mad, he wants to see it happen, in her eyes: wants to watch as she hears the music for the first time. Natalie is appalled. (I have a macro on my keyboard and when I hit it, "Natalie is appalled" instantly appears, as if by magic.) "You want to give her access to the central nervous system of this ship?" Sam reminds her of the deal, and Leoben says they discussed it. Which I'm sure they did, and which I'm sure went just as frickin' well as it did on the Demetrius. It wasn't just one prophet sitting in the dark, begging for the angel. It was two.
"Kara's the key to our salvation..." Natalie nods, but reminds him they agreed only on the alliance, after Cavil took their sisters and brothers down. "You want an alliance, I see the Hybrid. Leoben claims it can help me find Earth." Leoben agrees that there's no way around it, but Natalie's grossed out: "We've tried to be patient about your model's obsession with this woman." Barolay stands, creeped out by this but infuriated by the next bit: "Playing house with her on New Caprica was one thing, but this puts us all in jeopardy."
Never forget the Plan; never forget that both sides of every war are ignorant and confused. One thing I love about this episode is the way it so clearly -- I would say sympathetically -- illustrates and illuminates the areas of even the 268s' continuing blindness. There are good Cylons, but to be on the right side of a civil war is still to be engaged in war; there are no good Cylons until the gravity of the destruction they've caused is something they can feel. Taking away the Resurrection Ship is a brutal step closer, as we'll see. It's a way to set the bone. But the bone is still fucked as hell: "Playing house" is not a good descriptive phrase, even if all Leoben really accomplished was to do to Kara in miniature what the Cylon did to New Caprica on a slightly larger scale: "play house," turn their dusty Heaven into Hell, tell them it was for their own good.