"Baltar's trial may have been the trigger, but, um...this is a feeling I've been having for a while. It's time for a change. I need to move on. I've had some feelers from the government. There's a...position...opening up. And I think I can make a valuable contribution there. Maybe even more than in the cockpit."
(And what's so great for him is how he -- the Commander's, the Admiral's son, the good boy from Caprica, the lawyer's grandfather, this guy with the last name Adama -- has the option of doing so. Oh, to be Caprican, the seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. Architecture. I wonder how old you get on the Daru Mozu, how long it takes for your beautiful hands to callus over and curl up, and the tylium in your lungs makes you choke and cough all night. I wonder if Danny Noon is still alive, sometimes, or if he taught himself to draw again. I wonder how the tylium's still rolling.)
"Dad, what if Zak had come back to us in that Viper? If my brother had climbed out of that cockpit, would it matter if he were a Cylon? If he always had been? When all's said and done would that change how we really feel about him?"
But Dad, he's saying: what about the unthinkable? What if the unthinkable happened? What would you think about that? How can you know if you know? How can you ever be sure? Lee's not doing anything to his father that Laura didn't do to her prisoner first. He's just doing it better.
FAR TOO KEEN ON WHERE & HOW, BUT NOT SO HOT ON WHY
Gaius stares at Derrick, breathing rough, lying with his mother on the center pallet. He moves to the door, buttoning up his shirt -- is he leaving? Is he leaving the cult? -- before turning back, staring down at them. He crosses back to Derrick, and kneels by his side, and awkwardly, repetitively, touches the child's hair. He begins to pray. How much of this is theatre?
"Please, God. I'm only asking you this one last time. Don't let this child die." Tears well up, but don't drop quite yet. "Has he sinned against you?" He interrupts himself: stupid question. "-- He can't have sinned against you. He's not even had a life yet." Paulla and Tracey wake up together, nearby, and settle quietly down to listen, in the silence. "How can you take him and let me live? After all I've done. Really, if you want someone to suffer, take me. We both know I deserve it." His hand on Derrick's head is fervent, and forgetful. Jeanne's eyes, turned on her side away from Gaius and the child, fill with tears. "I have been selfish and weak. I have failed so many people. And I have killed."