Romo sticks with the test: "We are essentially looking for an understudy. Quandary is, one doesn't generally get the chance to wield political power without the ambition to actively seek it."

He puts down his dufflebag, which is to say his baggage, which he's been trying to do for months; he speaks calmly, comforting Lance inside, as he's been doing for months.

"That same ambition often compromises the unselfish motives that begat the quest. In other words, a battle of id versus ego that ego rarely wins." And he's talking here not about unreconstructed Freudian "ego," that bugaboo of so many '70s self-improvement courses, but the actual Ego, the organizing and ordinating and unifying instance of personhood; the difference between humans and Cylons. For the purposes of this conversation, imagine your mind is a Raptor. You're the pilot: that's Ego. Superego is the ECO, telling you where you're supposed to be going and how to get there and don't bump into other planes. And so what Romo's talking about is: imagine that in the cargo area of this Raptor there's a crazy man or woman who looks exactly like you and wants to fuck (up) everybody between the Ego and what it really wants, which Ego can never ever admit because it runs counter to all the things the Ego thinks it is. What is the first article of faith?

(Lee's Ego, the thing that makes him Lee, is the Captain Apollo Suit. And what it's been subverting is the Id, which is ambition. Baby Zarek. And all Romo's trying to do is crack open the Apollo Suit by destroying its sine qua non at the root, so Baby Zarek can come out and play, and Lee can combine the two. Because Captain Apollo is wonderful, and deserves to be around, but if that's all you are, you're hollow. You're just the product of a distant father and a violent mother, standing in your dead brother's shadow, trying desperately to make somebody, somewhere, sometime, love you.

Meanwhile, Bill's Ego, the thing that makes him Bill, is the Unassailable Façade suit. And what it's been subverting is the Id, which is humanity. The Cabin-Builder. And all Romo's trying to do is crack open the Admiral by destroying its sine qua non at the root, so the Cabin-Builder can come out and play, and Bill can combine the two. Because Bill is wonderful, and deserves to be both, but if that's all you are, you're hollow. Admirals don't build families, fathers do. Without her, you're just the product of a Lie that never ended, trying desperately to let somebody, somewhere, sometime, love you.)