Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.
Tigh enters Caprica's cell, where she stretches like a cat in a box, luxuriating, defenses down; he barks it out immediately: "The Resurrection Hub. How do we find it?" Caprica's slow to adjust, slow to recognize it isn't Saul that's entered, but the Colonel. "I'm sure the others have told you..." He demands again, and she sits up, steel in her back and in her eyes: it's going to be one of those days. She coughs it up: "Only our Hybrids can locate it. And then only after it completes a jump. Even they can't anticipate where it's going." He swears she's holding something back; she's lying. Yes, but not about this: she's offended again. "I have never lied to you, Saul. Why don't you trust me now?" Because he's so much younger than she is, and lying about so much more. "Because there are too many lives at stake, lady. Your buddies took off with half an air wing, not to mention the President of the frakking Colonies herself..."
Caprica cocks her head; the cat leaves and the shark comes in. "She's the real reason you're so angry, so worried. I can hear it in your voice. Why is a dying woman so important to you?" Saul shakes, with fear and no sleep. "Not to me, Godsdammit! To the old man." She almost smiles; Tigh sits down on the rack, at his wit's end. Having given her something she can't use, and wouldn't if she could, but still having given something up. Collaborated that inch that scares him so badly. She kneels before him, looking him in the eye. She takes his fragile body in hand, and smiles warmly. She becomes Ellen.
"Saul. Do you love me? Ellen: Be honest with me. I've been honest with you." Saul is shocked by this, because he doesn't know yet why she's asking. The PA goes off, Condition One, and he shakes it off. Saul takes his lover by the throat. He's a cat in a box. "This has gone too frakkin' far. I don't know what kind of mind games you are playing with me, lady, but it ends here!" He tosses her in the corner -- he takes something he loves and hurls it against the wall, in protest -- and she touches her throat and watches him go. The fragile bodies of us all. Remember:
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end...
From the far caverns
Of dead sins
Came monsters, livid with desire.
Wrangled over the world,
But of all sadness this was sad --
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a sleeping man
From the jaws of the final beast.