Gaius looks over at Tory, in bed. She won't look at him. Won't even touch him. He might as well not be there. He gets anxious. "What's the matter?" Nothing. Nothing comes from nothing. "No, nothing. Nothing at all. We've been lying here doing nothing. What?" She looks at him, and before she can even accuse him of lying, he's grinning, in vulnerable-liar mode. "You've been lying about the President sharing visions with Cylons." By the end of the sentence, his posture has changed completely: not denial, but authentic and righteous rejection. "That happens to be the God's honest truth!"
She nearly weeps, again. How much of this is theatre? "Sorry. I can't accept what you've done." Laura/Tory Lockdown. Gaius is confused. "What... Where's this coming from?" The rumors. "I've seen what they've done to her." He shakes his head: she seriously believes that he's making it up? She looks away. "I am not saying I'm not capable, but why would I? Six revealed... Caprica Six revealed them to me... through my attorney in the last days of my trial, when a guilty verdict was a certainty..." Always making it a story. Oh, Gaius. Given the slightest license. "I suppose I could've gone public. Caused a stir..." Quite a story, isn't it? And such a hero. Such a saint.
"All this time you kept quiet?" He makes a smarmy face and tells some lies. He believes them. "I'm not saying I'm a saint, Tory. I'm many things, but I try not to be spiteful. Got no bloodlust to go get her. But she's a hypocrite. The lies, the secret missions. Co-opting the rhetoric of patriotism to keep everyone in the dark, including you. That's rather worrying, isn't it? So I had to speak. The truth is, no good ever comes from concealing it." He gets out of bed, having put Tory Foster firmly in her place. "I've got a broadcast." He clothes himself in his self-righteousness and takes off. That's my boy.
"The first that she be spared the pain / That comes from a dark and laughing rain..." Felix swallows, afraid to look. Ready to look; feeling something that's not there. "When she finds love may it always stay true / This I beg for the second wish I made too ..." Every day he'll wake up, from dreams of dancing, running, and there it'll be: the loss of something precious. He sings.
Laura stands weakly at the head of the Quorum. There's a tremor through her body, weak as four clipped corners, but there's no weakness in her voice. "I didn't come here to beg, or plead, or apologize, or to keep my job. You know me better than that. And I didn't come here to create sympathy by parading my illness in front of you. On the contrary, there are some that probably believe that along with my cancer drugs, I have inoculated myself against compassion." She smiles into silence. "That is a joke." Nothing. They've inoculated themselves against belief, with Zarek's smile and Lee's innocence as goads. She nods. "I am here because I want to tell you face to face that I believe in this mission and what it means for our future. I'm here to profess my trust in our new allies. I'm here to ask you to listen, I'm here to ask for your support. Bring her in."