"I can't give up on her. I can't let her go. I've lost my objectivity. And now that I see that, I have no choice. Tell the Quorum that I am relinquishing command, effective immediately."
Bill doesn't look away.
THE GREAT SIMPLICITY
Romo stands alone in his box of a room, talking to himself, as he has for months; Romo stands alone in his box of a room, talking to Lance. As he has for months.
"No man is perfect. No man is less perfect than a candidate for high office. Thus," he says, wiping the names away again, "The ranks of likely suspects is winnowed to none."
Lance meows softly, stretching against the dufflebag.
"What if we're going about this backwards, hey Lance? What if instead of picking names and finding fault, we ask ourselves the qualities that we want -- No, that we need -- in a chief executive, see if it fits that bill. Honesty, of course. The wisdom to recognize the correct if unpopular choice, as well as the courage to see it through. Experience. When the wrong choices cost lives and the right ones save. Tall order."
And an obvious one. But like Lee's lovely speech in "Crossroads," it has to play out no matter how obvious it is. "We might as well just spell out one name..." He hisses like a cat in a box, and grins like a shark. "Just one. One we knew from the start."
Romo digs around under his bed, looking for something, and talks to a cat that isn't there. As he has, for months.
"Sometimes you take on a losing case, and you make yourself a believer. Other times, no matter what you tell yourself, in your heart you know the outcome is fixed. The verdict inevitable. Lance? Defense rests." He picks up the dufflebag immediately, having found what he was looking for. Without sparing a second to put the cat inside, because he's already there. "Come on." And if I have to tell you what's on the board as he leaves, you haven't been paying attention.
Romo bumps past Lee in the corridor and apologizes, then turns so that he's between Lee and Adama's quarters. "We found our candidate. Someone the Quorum won't hesitate to approve, even over Zarek's objections. Someone the Admiral can't help but accept." Lee's all wide-eyed innocence as Romo congratulates him, and his smile falls as the Suit takes over: "My name was never on that list..."
"Of course not! That would be too blatant. But it is everything you always wanted, isn't it? Why you had me cross forty-seven names off that list? Come on, admit it. Savor your victory, Mr. Adama." And out comes the gun. "Because you'll never get the chance to serve."